Now you shall hear what love she had
Then for this love-sick man;
She was a whole long summer’s day
In a mile a going on.
VI
When she came to her love’s bed-side,
Where he lay dangerous sick,
She could not for laughing stand
Upright upon her feet.
VII
She had a white wand all in her hand,
And smooth’d it all on his breast;
‘In faith and troth come pardon me,
I hope your soul’s at rest.’—
VIII
‘Prithee,’ said he, ‘forget, forget,
Prithee forget, forgive;
O grant me yet a little space,
That I may be well and live.’—
IX
‘O never will I forget, forgive,
So long as I have breath;
I’ll dance above your green, green grave
Where you do lie beneath.