Why loved he not Beata? she is fair,
But yet he often swore to me Beata's body
Was not worth one half my finger,
And then kissed me full upon the mouth as if to seal his oath;
Ah! glorious seal—I feel those lips there now!
And on my forehead, too, one kiss still glows
Ah! well! those days are gone. No! no!
They are not gone; I love him madly now.
I love him madly as I loved him then.