Message #191824

[Victoria Liss]

      "Fair, sweet, and dear! and light of heart am I!
      Dear, fair, and sweet! I cannot choose but cry.
      Sweet, fair, and dear! Oh, love me, or I die!"

So ran the words, and when the lute had twang'd
Itself to silence, and the song had end,
The maid had turn'd to pass adown the wood
Without a word in parting. Gawain then--
"Fair, sweet, and dear, so seems thy song to me:
What may they call thee, singer?"