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"Come, fill me flagons full and fair

Of red wine and of white,

And, maidens mine, my bower prepare —

It is my wedding night.

"And braid my hair with jewels bright,

And make me fair and fine —

This is the day that brings the night

When my desire is mine."

They decked her bower with roses blown,

With rushes strewed the floor,

And sewed more jewels on her gown

Than ever she wore before.

She wore two roses in her face,

Two jewels in her e'en,

Her hair was crowned with sunset rays,

Her brows shone white between.

"Tapers at the bed's foot," she saith,

"Two tapers at the head!"

It seemed more like the bed of death

Than like a bridal bed.

He came; he took her hands in his,

He kissed her on the face;

"There is more heaven in thy kiss

Than in our Lady's grace".

He kissed her once, he kissed her twice,

He kissed her three times o'er;

He kissed her brow, he kissed her eyes,

He kissed her mouth's red flower.

"O Love, what is it ails thy knight?

I sicken and I pine;

Is it the red wine or the white,

Or that sweet kiss of thine?"

"No kiss, no wine or white or red,

Can make such sickness be,

Lie down and die on thy bride-bed

For I have poisoned thee.

"And though the curse of saints and men

Upon me for it be,

I would it were to do again

Since thou wert false to me.

"Thou shouldst have loved or one or none,

Nor she nor I loved twain,

But we are twain thou hast undone,

And therefore art thou slain.

"And when before my God I stand

With no base flesh between,

I shall hold up this guilty hand

And He shall judge it clean."

He fell across the bridal bed

Between the tapers pale:

"I first shall see our God," he said,

"And I will tell thy tale.

"And if God judge thee as I do,

Then art thou justified.

I loved thee and I was not true,

And that was why I died.

"If I could judge thee, thou shouldst be

First of the saints on high;

But ah, I fear God loveth thee

Not half so dear as I!"