LVII.
I fain by thee would tarry,
To rest there and to woo;
But thou away must hurry,
Thou hadst too much to do.
I told thee that my spirit
Was wholly bound to thee,
And thou didst laugh to hear it,
And curtsy low to me.
Yea, thou did'st much misuse me,
In all my love's distress,
And even didst refuse me
At last the parting kiss.
I will not for thy glory
Go drown, when all is o'er;
My dear, this same old story
Befell me once before.