A Song of the Princess

    The princess has her lovers,A score of knights has she, And each can sing a madrigal,And praise her gracefully.

    But Love that is so bitterHath put within her heart A longing for the scornful knightWho silent stands apart.

    And tho' the others praise and plead,She maketh no reply, Yet for a single word from him,I ween that she would die.