Sweet Maid. I Love You and Know Nothing Else

She lay there bleeding and gasping painfully upon my breast. And then she smiled and pulled my plumed head down to her and whispered, you are not angry, angry gods. She looked wistfully to where the western sky was hang in pale over the narrow english sea. How far to england, dear friend? A few leagues of land and water. Sweet maid. Could i reach it? Dost thou think? But then, on an instant, shaking her head, she went on, nay, do not answer i was foolish to ask. Oh, dearest, dearest sister, alionora, my gentlest father, oh, tell them sir from me and