Page:Poems and ballads, third series (IA poemsballadsthir00swin).pdf/160

 Her tears made specks in the velvet and vair, (One with another) The seeds of the reeds made specks in her hair. (Mother, my mother.)

He kissed her under the gold on her head; (One with another) The lids of her eyes were like cold lead. (Mother, my mother.)

He kissed her under the fall of her chin; (One with another) There was right little blood therein. (Mother, my mother.)

He kissed her under her shoulder sweet; (One with another) Her throat was weak, with little heat. (Mother, my mother.)