Sympathy

A knight and a lady once met in a grove     While each was in quest of a fugitive love;     A river ran mournfully murmuring by,     And they wept in its waters for sympathy.     "Oh, never was knight such a sorrow that bore!"     "Oh, never was maid so deserted before!"     "From life and its woes let us instantly fly,     And jump in together for company!"     They searched for an eddy that suited the deed,     But here was a bramble and there was a weed;     "How tiresome it is!" said the fair, with a sigh;     So they sat down to rest them in company.     They gazed at each other, the maid and the knight;     How fair was her form, and how goodly his height!     "One mournful embrace," sobbed the youth, "ere we die!"     So kissing and crying kept company.     "Oh, had I but loved such an angel as you!"     "Oh, had but my swain been a quarter as true!"     "To miss such perfection how blinded was I!"     Sure now they were excellent company!     At length spoke the lass, 'twixt a smile and a tear,     "The weather is cold for a watery bier;     When summer returns we may easily die,     Till then let us sorrow in company."