My roses turned to rue:
Or ever the second curse he smote
No more of earth I knew.
"And, 'See!' they cried, 'her eyes, how wide!
And, lo, her face—how wan!'—
And they shall see me paler-eyed
Or ever the night be gone!
"Unbusk, unbusk me, tire-maids,
For now 'tis time to lie.