Her hair is long and dull, ashen,
Mine, wavy and fairly on fire, red,
Her eyes are blue and mine green,
What can be said?  You once uttered
I was too much, I ask you, what does
That mean?  Too much for lucky hand,
Too much for gladness, days without
End?  She makes you smile in crowds,
Did I not split your sides into laughters,
When we set out alone?  Did I not sing
For you by the ocean under the stars?
I am so troubled for wanting you plain,
Each night is endless, all dream refrain,
You with your liveliness for me to tame,
How can I continue, without such fame?
You once thought me fair, I breathe still
Here, unspoken for, looking to a boy
I once knew as kindly and dear, true,
A man of his word, and not some rover,
I hope that she will see strengths in you
And pray you end on what is truly want,
I shall sing for you, but not be a waiting.