His pledge this legend bore inlaid,—
Love, that two hearts hath mutual made,
Defies the knife of keenest blade;
Heigho! &c.
But keen, alas! as knives are shears
And dubious all our fleeting years,
Heigho! &c.
The morn that should have made them one,
Fate’s shears the bridegroom’s thread outspun,
Sever’d; and bridal there was none,