With burning lights | and waving brands
I learned my luckless way.
[a]101]. At morning then, | when once more I came,
And all were sleeping still,
A dog I found | in the fair one’s place,
Bound there upon her bed.
[102]. Many fair maids, | if a man but tries them,
False to a lover are found;
That did I learn | when I longed to gain
With wiles the maiden wise; [[50]]