If any will go to it now,
He must go to it all alone,
Its gates will not open to any row
Of glittering spears—will you go alone?
"Listen!" said fair Yoland of the flowers,
"This is the tune of Seven Towers."
By my love go there now,
To fetch me my coif away,
My coif and my kirtle, with pearls arow,
Oliver, go to-day!
"Therefore," said fair Yoland of the flowers,
"This is the tune of Seven Towers."
I am unhappy now,
I cannot tell you why;
If you go, the priests and I in a row
Will pray that you may not die.
"Listen!" said fair Yoland of the flowers,
"This is the tune of Seven Towers."
If you will go for me now,
I will kiss your mouth at last;
[She sayeth inwardly]
(The graves stand grey in a row,)
Oliver, hold me fast!
"Therefore," said fair Yoland of the flowers,
"This is the tune of Seven Towers."
