Joy

 
Oh! my sweet why lament you so  
the sedge is green upon the lake  
as lilies bloom the summer eve.  
Skylarks high sing loud and clear  
and butterflies drink deep,  
The owl and fox are gone  
no more a threat as such it was,  
the earth was mine with them  
heaven is my reward with thee.  
Be bold my love let us take of each  
rise from your bed of grief,  
I am yours but for the asking;  
I am maiden that my gift  
no man knows me, that my grief.  
Come my love share yourself,  
lament no more, cry one  
last time upon my breasts,  
for joy, I know is ours today.