By Phoebus pressed,
The simple bluet shall be there,
And violet chaste,
To deck thy wealth of golden hair
And gird thy waist.
Nay, but the rarest and most sweet
Thy heart shall deck:
I'll cast the rest before thy feet,
And little reck.
By Phoebus pressed,
The simple bluet shall be there,
And violet chaste,
To deck thy wealth of golden hair
And gird thy waist.
Nay, but the rarest and most sweet
Thy heart shall deck:
I'll cast the rest before thy feet,
And little reck.