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Lady Isolda of the Moated Manse, Whom here, that very noon, it happened me To meet near her old home. A single glance Showed me 'twas she. I marveled much to see How lovely still she was! as fair, perchance, As when Red Rupert thrust her brutally,-- Her long hair loosened,--down the shattered stair, And cast her, shrieking, 'mid his followers there.