"I swear to you I will be true," he whispered to the maid. The sun and sky, I'll give to you, and never shall I fade." She laughed at him. She turned away. "You think I seek fool things? What use have I for moon and waves? Pray, give your words true ring! -- Make this white rose deepest red, like blood on which you've sworn; for then I'll know ye true, all said, by passion bled of thorns."
