The Return

Now what have I brought from those brave lists?
Love, what have I brought to thee?
A scanty fame and my great shame
That thou wast there to see.

I bring thee only a broken sword
And a broken heart in me!
More strong than I the war rushed by.
Yet, Love, I fought for thee.

Maids not so fair have better knights
Goodly and brave to see.
I would not have thee pitied of them
If thou shouldst mate with me.

So bid me hence, my own true love!
There's such scant worth in me!
For from the fray I fought this day
I bring but wounds to thee!

Then up and spoke my own true maid!
Fairest of all was she!
"Let each one go with the one she loves!
Dear love — I love but thee!"