Another tyme ther wolde she sitte and thinke,
And caste hir eyen dounward fro the brinke. (130)
But whan she saugh the grisly rokkes blake,
For verray fere so wolde hir herte quake, 860
That on hir feet she mighte hir noght sustene.
Than wolde she sitte adoun upon the grene,
And pitously in-to the see biholde,
And seyn right thus, with sorweful sykes colde: