MY LADY HAS THE GRACE OF DEATH
My lady has the grace of DeathWhose charity is quick to save,Her heart is broad as heaven’s breath,Deep as the grave.
She found me fainting by the wayAnd fed me from her babeless breastThen played with me as children play,Rocked me to rest.
When soon I rose and cried to heavenMoaning for sins I could not weep,She told me of her sorrows sevenKissed me to sleep.
And when the morn rose bright and ruddyAnd sweet birds sang on the branch aboveShe took my sword from her side all bloodyAnd died for love.
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