Joy

Oh! my sweet why lament you so
sedges  green upon the lake  
and lilies bloom the summer eve'.  
Skylarks high sing loud and clear,  
butterflies drink deep,  
Owls and fox are gone  
no more  threat as such it was,  
The earth was mine with them,  
heaven my reward with you.  
Be bold my love 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 breast  
for joy, is ours today..