But one sole moment wrought for our undoing:
When that we read of lover so kind-hearted
Kissing the smile so coveted before,
He that from me shall never more be parted
Kissed me with lip to lip, trembling all o’er.
The broker of our vows, it was the lay,
And he who wrote—that day we read no more.’
The other spirit, while the first did say
These words, so moanèd, that with soft remorse
As death had stricken me, I swooned away,