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 bitter Hath put within her heart A longing for the scornful knight Who 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.SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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