Iernë's eyes were glazed and dim
When the castle bell tolled one.
She looked around her dungeon grim;
The grating cast a doubtful gleam;
'Twas one cloud-saddened cold moon-beam.
Iernë gazed as in a dream
And thought she saw the sun.

She thought it was the break of day,
The night had been so long.
No. 46 is cancelled by lines drawn across it in the manuscript.