And now that I would gladly serve thee,
I no more can see thee, no!”
“The fault, my friend, the fault was thine,—
Thy fault alone, and not mine, no!
A message came,—the words you sent,—
Your servant brought it, well you know.
And naught of love, or loving bands,
But other words, indeed, he said:
That you, my friend, in Leon’s lands
A noble dame had long since wed;—