“Cease, Dearest, I implore thee now
These cries that all the palace fill,
And tell me what hath been, and how,
Or who hath done thee aught of ill.”
At last she ceased and lay full still,
And weeping bitter tears of woe,
She answered at his royal will,
“ Alas! my lord, Sir Orfeo,
These cries that all the palace fill,
And tell me what hath been, and how,
Or who hath done thee aught of ill.”
At last she ceased and lay full still,
And weeping bitter tears of woe,
She answered at his royal will,
“ Alas! my lord, Sir Orfeo,
“Since we were first together, naught
Hath marred our life; no smallest sign;
But we have loved as love we ought;
Thou art my life, and I am thine.
Now do thy best and do not pine,
For we must part, and I to doom!”
“Alas!” he cried, and “woe is mine!
Where dost thou go, Love, and to whom?
Hath marred our life; no smallest sign;
But we have loved as love we ought;
Thou art my life, and I am thine.
Now do thy best and do not pine,
For we must part, and I to doom!”
“Alas!” he cried, and “woe is mine!
Where dost thou go, Love, and to whom?
“Whither thou goest I will go,
And where I go thou too shalt fare!”
“Nay, nay, my lord; thou dost not know:
My doom no mortal man may share.
And where I go thou too shalt fare!”
“Nay, nay, my lord; thou dost not know:
My doom no mortal man may share.
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