God giveth heaven to thee;
Light down and rest with Christ His blest,
And think no more of me!”
Sir Loibich gazed, as one sore dazed,
Awhile upon the place:
Then, with a sigh, he turned his eye
Upon the maiden’s face.
“By Christ His troth!” he swore an oath,
“No heaven for me shall be,
Unless God give that thou shalt live