February Fourteenth
Sir Simon, as snoring he lay in his bed,
Was awaked by the cry, “Sir, your lady is dead!”
He heard, and returning to slumber, quoth he,
“In the morn, when I wake, oh, how grieved I shall be!”
Sir Simon, as snoring he lay in his bed,
Was awaked by the cry, “Sir, your lady is dead!”
He heard, and returning to slumber, quoth he,
“In the morn, when I wake, oh, how grieved I shall be!”