Poem: The Dole Of The King's Daughter (Breton)

Seven stars in the still water,

上海龙凤shlf最新地址And seven in the sky;

上海龙凤shlf最新地址Seven sins on the King's daughter,

Deep in her soul to lie.

Red roses are at her feet,

(Roses are red in her red-gold hair)

And O where her bosom and girdle meet

Red roses are hidden there.

Fair is the knight who lieth slain

上海龙凤shlf最新地址Amid the rush and reed,

上海龙凤shlf最新地址See the lean fishes that are fain

Upon dead men to feed.

上海龙凤shlf最新地址Sweet is the page that lieth there,

上海龙凤shlf最新地址(Cloth of gold is goodly prey,)

See the black ravens in the air,

Black, O black as the night are they.

What do they there so stark and dead?

上海龙凤shlf最新地址(There is blood upon her hand)

Why are the lilies flecked with red?

(There is blood on the river sand.)

There are two that ride from the south and east,

And two from the north and west,

上海龙凤shlf最新地址For the black raven a goodly feast,

For the King's daughter rest.

上海龙凤shlf最新地址There is one man who loves her true,

(Red, O red, is the stain of gore!)

He hath duggen a grave by the darksome yew,

(One grave will do for four.)

No moon in the still heaven,

In the black water none,

上海龙凤shlf最新地址The sins on her soul are seven,

The sin upon his is one.