Longing for the feel of fallow nesh cheeks

that turn silver in the plenilune's light

Enfurled in a fair fragrance he seeks

to keep forever this beautiful sight

and forever treasure his darling dear.

To kiss frosted ebon lips so tender

and of consequences naught would he fear

and wanting to hold her frame so slender.

But the father withdraws his daughter's hand

forcing him to go on a parlous task

to prove himself most worthy in the land.

If he returns in glory he will bask.

And was most lief to endure ruth and bale

and wrack to stroke tender cheeks fair and pale.