XXXVSIR ANASTASIUS
"Now shame come to this heart of mine
For loving true and long;
No peace nor pleasure have I found,
But woe and weary wrong.
For loving true and long;
No peace nor pleasure have I found,
But woe and weary wrong.
"Yet, oh, my lady's eyes are bright!
Nay, but her tongue's a sword;
'T is fifty deaths a day I die,
Slain by her cruel word.
Nay, but her tongue's a sword;
'T is fifty deaths a day I die,
Slain by her cruel word.
"One death's enough a man to die,
My bright brand I will pull
And thrust it deep into my heart
Till it drink my life's blood full."
My bright brand I will pull
And thrust it deep into my heart
Till it drink my life's blood full."
He has taken his sword from out its sheath
And turn'd it in his hand,
Now nay, for bitter love is sweet,
Has put by his shining brand.
And turn'd it in his hand,
Now nay, for bitter love is sweet,
Has put by his shining brand.
It was dusky eve before starlight,
The sun had sunk full low;
He has wander'd far in the sombre wood,
Still brooding on his woe.
The sun had sunk full low;
He has wander'd far in the sombre wood,
Still brooding on his woe.
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