THE BRIDEGROOM TO HIS BRIDE.

Fairest fair, best of good,

Too high for hope that stood;

White star of womanhood shining apart

O my liege lady,

And O my one lady,

And O my loved lady, come down to my heart.

Reach me life's wine and gold,

What is man's best all told,

If thou thyself withhold, sweet, from thy throne?

O my liege lady,

And O my loved lady,

And O my heart's lady, come, reign there alone.