Le Roi Est Mort
And shall I weep that Love's no more,
And magnify his reign ?
Sure never mortal man before,
Would have his grief again.
Farewell the long-continued ache
The days a-dream, the nights awake!
I will rejoice and merry make.
And never more complain.
King Love is dead and gone for aye.
Who ruled with might and main.
For with a bitter word one day,
I found my tyrant slain.
And he in Heathenesse was bred.
Nor ever was baptized, 'tis said.
Nor is of any creed, and dead
Can never rise again!
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