Seven of my sweet loves thy knife
Has bereavèd of their life
Their marble tombs I built with tears
And with cold and shuddering fears
When wilt thou return and view
My loves, and them to life renew
When wilt thou return and live
When wilt thou pity as I forgive
O'er my sins thou sit and moan
Hast thou no sins of thy own
O'er my sins thou sit and weep
And lull thy own sins fast asleep
Seven more loves weep night and day
Round the tombs where my loves lay
And seven more loves attend each night
Around my couch with torches bright