New Spring, 29

There was an aged monarch,
His heart was sad, his head was grey;
This poor and aged monarch
A young wife married one day.

There was a handsome page, too,
Fair was his hair, and light his mien;
The silken train he carried
Of the aforesaid young Queen.

Dost know the ancient ballad?
It sounds so sweet, it sounds so sad
They both of them must perish,
For too much affection they had.