Ulgrude's Spurned Love

"Take these fruits and flowers, leaves and sprigs, And take my heart, too; it beats only for you. May your hands so white not tear it in two, And may your eyes at its sight dance jigs. Here I come, still moist with morning dew That the morning breeze makes chilly as sleet. Allow my weariness to lay down at your feet And dream of dear moments to rest anew." — Love letter from Ulgrude to Jiva