Classic Poem

Fair Yolande sat in her bower and sewed a robe of samite which she meant to send her lover. Sighing, she sang this song: " God! how sweet is the name of love; never did I think to feel its pain.
" Fair, sweet lover, now will I send you a gown out of my very great love. I pray you, for God's sake, pity me. " She could not rest, but flung herself down. God! how sweet is the name of love; never did I think to feel its pain.
At these words and at this speech her lover came to the house. She saw him and she bowed her chin, she could not speak, nor say him yea or nay. God! how sweet is the name of love; never did I think to feel its pain.
" Sweet my lady, you have forgotten me. " This she heard and laughed outright, sighing she stretched her fair arms to him; and right softly she did embrace him. God! how sweet is the name of love; never did I think to feel its pain.
" Fair, sweet lover, I cannot deceive you, I love you with all my heart and truly. When it pleases you, you may kiss me, and I would sleep within your arms. God! how sweet is the name of love; never did I think to feel its pain. "
Her lover took her in his arms, and on a fair bed they sat down alone; fair Yolande kissed him closely and he laid her on the bed. God! how sweet is the name of the love; never did I think to feel its pain.