They lift and bear her to the hall
And moaning on her pillows lay;
Yet wild and heedless still of all
Ever she strove to flee away.
And moaning on her pillows lay;
Yet wild and heedless still of all
Ever she strove to flee away.
Sir Orfeo, when he was told,
Was as he ne’er before had been;
With all his knights he entered bold
Into the chamber of the queen,
But when he saw, he cried in teen,
“Ah, dearest wife, what aileth thee?
Thee joyless I have never seen,
Yet now thou wailest dreadfully.
Was as he ne’er before had been;
With all his knights he entered bold
Into the chamber of the queen,
But when he saw, he cried in teen,
“Ah, dearest wife, what aileth thee?
Thee joyless I have never seen,
Yet now thou wailest dreadfully.
“Thy lovely body, once so bright,
Is bruised as if thou wished thee dead.
Alas! alas! how wan and white
Thy little mouth that was so red!
And dark with blood thy nails have shed
Thy fingers that were erst as snow!
Thy lovely eyes are full of dread
And gaze as if I were thy foe!
Is bruised as if thou wished thee dead.
Alas! alas! how wan and white
Thy little mouth that was so red!
And dark with blood thy nails have shed
Thy fingers that were erst as snow!
Thy lovely eyes are full of dread
And gaze as if I were thy foe!
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