How long has it been,
this errand and journey?
Arms and sinews
once bones, are now burly;
Raiment, once threadbare
now martial and fine;
Who once lived on gruel,
now on rare meat I dine.
could burst armor apart,
but the cold touch of mail
cannot shield the heart.
to my passage of arms,
but my heart is besieged
by a false lover's charms.
So, drawn and repentant,
I draw nigh to my tower,
but with all I am, I seek
shelter in your bower.
So let me, Lady draw hither,
to watch the stars wheel past,
for it is inside your arms
i wish comfort at last.
