Daysong

Warder. "Fair lady, for thy honour's sake
And for a knight I bide awake.
Wake him, lady!
God keep him from calamity!
May he awake and none but he!
Wake him, lady!
'Tis close on day:
Make no delay,
I do entreat thee for his sake alone.
Be his defence
And bid him hence!
If he o'ersleep, the fault is all thine own.
Wake him, lady!"

Lady. "A curse upon thee, warder mine,
And cursèd be that song of thine!
Sleep, belovèd!
Thy watching brought me all content;
Thy waking I must needs lament.
Sleep, belovèd!
Nought hast thou known
Save good alone
At my hands, warder! Ne'er I did thee spite.
Thou long'st for day
To chase away
Far from my heart love's passionate delight
Sleep, belovèd!"

Warder. "Thy wrath I will not chide nor fear.
Dawn must not find thy lover here;
Wake him, lady!
For he on my good faith relied,
And him to thee I did confide.
Wake him, lady!
Now should it be,
Good dame, that he
Shall lose his life, we too are both undone.
I sing, I say,
'Tis break of day!
Now wake him, else my horn must wake him soon.
Wake him, lady!"