Classic Poem

I was up in the morning early
Alas, poor Love!
Up in the morning very early
Nightingales sing of love.

I went down into the garden,
Gathering white flowers there;
For myself I made a nosegay,
And one for my lady fair.

" Take, my beauty, take these flowers,
For our parting they must be,
Our last parting, for my father
Will not let you marry me;

" Will not let us two be married;
Bids me wed another bride;
One who has not half your beauty,
But more riches and more pride.

" On the day when I am married,
Come and wish me happy chance. "
" I will come, not to your wedding,
Only to your bridal dance.

" I will dress me in white satin;
No, in gown of scarlet fine;
No, in cloth of gold, brocaded,
You may know me by that sign. "

The fair maid came as the music
Played the first dance for the bride;
The fair maiden danced one circle,
Fell upon the ground and died;
The brave lover danced two circles,
And fell dying at her side.