Made don garb of mourning the deepest deep ✿ And even his dreaming forced to flee:
Ah me, for Love and his case, ah me:
My heart is burnt by the fires I dree!
How oft sufferance fails me! How bones are wasted ✿ And down my cheeks torrent tear-drops hasted:
And embittered She all the food I tasted ✿ However sweet it was wont to be:
Ah me, for Love and his case, ah me:
My heart is burnt by the fires I dree!
Most hapless of men who like me must love, ✿ And must watch when Night droops her wing from above,
Who, Swimming the main where affection drove ✿ Must sigh and sink in that gloomy sea:
Ah me, for Love and his case, ah me: