Maid, truly I see 
Now it must be a long way down 
And with love's burnt shore 
Must all dalliance hither 
Crumble and wither 

Oh strange, 
Methought it strange 
Thou couldst deprive me of my crown 
Thou cast upon me as linden bears fruit of bitter strain 

And I would go forsooth to the dragon's tooth 
If thus a chance were gained 
To resurrect that part of your wanton heart 
To whose grave my own is chained 

And hold, ere thou dost go 
Were not thy moments gilded too? 
And in honesty didst thou not measure for measure 
Countenance pleasure? 

Cold wert thou so cold 
Lest thy mind be frozen too 
And will not spring be reborn 
But might the sun for the frost here 
That all be not lost herein 

And I would rather, zounds 
It were hell's own hounds 
Whose foul breath upon my face 
Did portent my doom 
Than to bear the gloom 
Of a world stripped of thy grace 

And so in truth I know 
Yes it will be a long way down 
And if go thou must 
Ere we should meet accidental 
Prithee be gentle 
And though distant now 
Perchance the hand of time may soothe 
And though lost at six 
If I should live to be seven I might forget Stephanie