Called I Thee Fair


“Called I thee fair? Called I thee nymph divine?
Called I thee fragile, dainty, perfumed flower?
And didst thou miss me, gone but a brief hour,
And didst thou weep for me, oh fairy mine?”
“Nay, now, thou art a rogue! Fickle heart, thine!
For as I sat me in my highest bower
Away in yonder ivy-mantled tower,
I saw thee walking with a lady fine.
Who is this dame that steals my love from me,
And dares usurp my throne within thy heart?
Who is she, that I may know her in part?”
“Dear, ‘twas my mother! Haply this to thee
Should be enough to strengthen us, my dove;
Let jealousy withdraw; thou’rt my true love!”