The Secret Assassin.
Reading edition
He smuggled her on board one darksome night. In deepest hold she lay, Till safe at sea. And when at last they found the stow-away The hearts of all rejoiced that she was free While midst the sick she moved a minist'ring sprite.
When, too, they heard she'd saved Sir Harold's life And why she wished to fly Her native land, They swore, as salt tears filled each manly eye, To be her knight till safe on England's strand; And happy would he be who won her then for wife!
On deck, one eve, she told Sir Harold, how, She'd seen an English knight, Sir Ralph by name, Deal him his wound, then-rush into the fight And fall. He died; so never more could claim Rowena's hand. Now would her haughty sire relent his vow?