So, whene’er a knight I see, my
Heart is full of woe.
“Therefore ever am I weeping
When a knight I see,
For I think, my little brother,
Where, ah! where is he?”
“Had you, then, one only brother,
Gentle maiden? say:
And your mother? prithee tell me
Have you none, I pray?”
“Have I yet another brother
In the world? Ah! no;
But and if he be in heaven,
That I do not know.
Thither passed away my mother,
Who for sorrow died
When he left us. I have now my
Nurse, and none beside.
“There, beyond the door, my mother’s
Bed you still may see: