Lady and Falcon

Lonely stood a lady
And looked across the meadow,
And looked for her lover.
She saw a falcon fly above her.
"Happy falcon that thou art!
Where thou wilt, thou may'st depart.
Thou dost choose thee in the wood
Any tree thou thinkest good.
Now have I, too, done likewise:
I chose a man with these mine eyes,
Chose him out, mine own to be.
Now fair ladies grudge it me.
Why leave they not my love alone?
Of all their lovers, sure, I wished for none!"