WE were playing on the green together,
My sweetheart and I
O! so heedless in the gay
When the word went forth that we must die.
O! so merrily the balls of amber
And of ivory
tossd we to the sky,
While the word went forth in the Kings chamber
That we both must die.
O! so idly straying thro the pleasaunce
Pluckd we here and there
Fruit and bud, while in the
The Kings son was casting from his hair
Glory of the wreathen gold that crownd it,
ungirdling all his garments fair,
Flinging by the jewelld clasp that bound it,
With his feet made bare.
Down the myrtled stairway of the palace,
Ashes on his head,
Came he, thro the rose and
In rough sark of sackcloth habited,
And in the hempen halterO! we jested
Lightly, and we
laughd as he was led
To the torture, while the bloom we breasted
Where the grapes grew red.
O! so sweet the birds, when he was dying,
Piped to her and me
Is no room this glad June
day for sighing
He is dead, and she and I go free!
When the sun shall set on all our pleasure
mourn himWhat, so you decree
We are heartless? Nay, but in what measure
Do you more than we?
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