A/N: Just a little poem about Elizabeth and Anne's relationship.
Sweet Lady
Sweet lady, why do you cry?
You are the most happy,
And shall never die,
The highest title you have won,
So why do you cry?
Why do you kiss my forehead?
Why do you hold me close?
Hath father angered you?
Nay, that cannot be so.
Sweet lady, why must you leave?
You have only just arrived,
I lay my eyes on you so solemn,
Hath I angered you?
Will you come to me in the morn?
Or must you leave to be in court?
When will I see you, sweet lady?
I do not wish to say goodbye.
Sweet lady, I love you,
Yet I comprehend not,
Why you leave me in tears,
Am I not to see you in at May Day?
A fortnight past and you did not come,
I wondered aloud as to your whereabouts,
Yet the ladies hushed me and sent me off to bed,
I miss you sweet lady, am I not to see you again?
I saw you sweet lady!
In my room in the morn,
You came sweet lady!
And you were sad no more.
With your head in your hands,
And your grey wool torn,
You kissed me once more,
And turned to the door.
"Sweet lady!" I called, hoping from my bed,
"Will you come again?" I asked,
"Nay, my sweet child. This is the last,
But grow strong and humble,
Do not let them led you astray,
I cannot be there, yet faith I have."
Her long fingers grasped my own,
A chill I felt as she held my hand,
A ghostly kiss she placed on my head,
Then without a word she was gone.
Alone I sit on my bed of silk,
Where hath she gone?
My sweet lady, no longer here,
Willed me be a strong lady.
So up I grew and ne'er forgot,
The sweet lady who was full of woe,
Her place I took, the highest title,
None crossed me, my mother's child,
A strong lady I grew to be.
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