I begged from the king a ticket of leave.
to see for a while the one whom I love,
so long without her made both of us grieve.
His Majesty laughed, and gave me the glove.
I went to the count, and asked for the same,
reminding my lord how I’d brought him gain.
He glared at me, saying I had no shame
but simply desired to avoid more pain.
I stole a small boat, and began to row,
begging all forces to make my arms strong,
wafting me easily on the sea’s flow,
and bring us together swiftly as song.
Back to her arms, swearing never to part,
and holding her close to my aching heart.
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