To My Lady Fair
Like the blazing of hellfire, my soul burns for you. Sleep eludes me
this night, yet I dream of you still. Prithee, whence do you lay, my love?
Alas, far from my arms. I yearn to hold you and grasp naught but the night's
cold air. I dwell this eve 'neath stars shining e'er so brightly, though
here and alone, my night is dim. Perchance this sleep come upon me as a
thief in the night and I shall rest with my love once again. Her laughter
is the music of my soul and my mind sets at ease as she sings me to sleep.
Now slumber is upon me like winter upon the Earth and I haver to my love
no more this day.