Classic Poem

She is all so slight
And tender and white
—As a May morning.
She walks without hood
At dusk. It is good
—To hear her sing.

It is God's will
That I shall love her still
—AShe loves Mary.
And night and day
I will go forth to pray
—That she love me.

She is as gold
Lovely, and far more cold.
—Do thou pray with me,
For if I win grace
To kiss twice her face
—God has done well to me.