And my true-love lay upon mine arm
And we fell from cloud to cloud."
"Whereas thou dreamed'st thou wert in heaven,
So shalt thou win that may;
Dreamed'st thou of falling through the clouds,
So falls for her thy life away."
"And if it lieth in my luck
To win to me that may,
In no sorrow's stead it standeth me
For her to cast my life away."