名人诗歌|Ballads and Lyrics of Old France (37)

I LAVED my hands, BY the water side； With the willow^{1 leaves My hands I dried. The nightingale sung On the bough2 of the tree； Sing, sweet nightingale, It is well with thee.}

Thou hast heart's delight, I have sad heart's sorrow For a false false maid That will wed^{3 to-morrow.}

'Tis all for a rose, That I gave her not, And I would that it grew In the garden plot.

And I would the rose-tree Were still to set, That my love Marie Might love me yet.