The long love that in my thought doth harbor
And in
mine heart doth keep his residence,
Into my face presseth with bold pretence
And
therein campeth, spreading his banner.
She that
me learneth to love and suffer
And will
that my trust and lust's negligence
Be reined
by reason, shame, and reverence,
With his
hardiness taketh displeasure.
Wherewithal unto the heart's forest he fleeth,
Leaving his enterprise with pain and cry,
And there him hideth and not appeareth.
What may I do when my master feareth
But in the field
with him to live and die?
For good is the life ending faithfully.
