Ever mine eme with love hath me followed;
I wot full many a tear he hath wept.
MOONEN
The old shave-crown’s prayers me oft have kept
When I was minded to rend her limb and lith.
Ere now I had broken her neck, but therewith
The old man’s prayers to the lady in white
Have stopped me quite; wherefore, despite
My will, not yet is she utterly caught.
EMMA