Ballads and Lyrics of Old France (9)

    WE that with like hearts love, we lovers twain, New wedded² in the village by thy fane, Lady of all chaste³ love, to thee it is We bring these amaranths, these white lilies, A sign, and sacrifice； may Love, we pray, Like amaranthine flowers, feel no decay； Like these cool lilies may our loves remain, Perfect and pure, and know not any stain； And be our hearts, from this thy holy hour, Bound each to each, like flower to wedded flower.