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My dear, I was thy lover, / A man of spring-time years; / I sang thee songs, gave gifts and songs most poor, / But they were signs; and now, for evermore, / Thou farest forth! My heart is full of tears, / My dear, my very dear.
My dear, I was thy lover, / I wrote thee on my shield, / I cried thy name in goodly fealty, / Thy champion I. And now, no more for me / Thy face, thy smile: thou goest far afield, / My dear, my very dear.
My dear, I am thy lover: / Afield thy spirit goes, / And thou shalt find that Inn of God's delight, / Where thou wilt wait for us who say good night, / To thy sweet soul. The rest -- the rest, God knows, / My dear, my dear!