A bellibone of aëry beauty
I behote my artless love to thee
The damsel with lips incarnate
The arfname to the king's throne

My inamorata
My alder-liefest
Her heart she hath given me
But betrothed to another's hand

Her ebony hair black as a raven's feather
Adorned with argentine tiara
A match to his garish crown
She wears her long flowing gite

Her eyes bedew as she bids me farewell
"Cloven, forever we will be."
"Nay, nill we be far away
When eventide comes we shall go

In the darkness we shall vanish
And when morn arrives
When Apollo's crown comes to shine
We shall be far away

And when night falls
We shall dance under the moonshine
Thou shall sleep upon my breast
Whilst I breathe upon thy face."

"Thy words are a delight to my ears."
"Thee wold come with me?"
"Aye..."
"Thy promise thou shall keep..."

Even came, under a willow I waited
And waited, and waited
With heavy shoulders thee came
With rheumy eyes thee spake...

"My love, forever my heart shall keep
The wonderful offer thou hast made
Faced to choose between love and prison
I choose my fate."

Wedding bells rang in the palace halls
A ball attended by the noble
A night of grandeur
Envied by both common and elite

Thy words were realized
We were forever apart
My world, my paradise, my heavens thou hast taken...
I lay these roses upon thy grave...