Classic Poem

Child

" O Lady, lay your costly robes aside,
No longer may you glory in your pride. "

Mother

" Wherefore to-day art singing in mine ear
Sad songs, were made so long ago, my dear;
This day I am to be a bride, you know,
Why sing sad songs, were made so long ago? "

Child

" O, mother, lay your costly robes aside,
For you may never be another's bride.
That line I learn'd not in the old sad song. "

Mother

" I pray thee, pretty one, now hold thy tongue,
Play with the bride-maids, and be glad, my boy,
For thou shalt be a second father's joy. "

Child

" One father fondled me upon his knee.
One father is enough, alone, for me. "