"Come buy our orchard fruits,
To swift decay and burn
"You have much gold upon your head,"
Yet my mouth waters still;
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Close beleaguered by a fleet
Give me back my silver penny
Took their gifts both choice and many,
She loathed the feast:
CANTO SIXTH - THE GUARD ROOM (Part II) - LAMENT
"Come buy our orchard fruits,
To swift decay and burn
"You have much gold upon your head,"
Yet my mouth waters still;
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Close beleaguered by a fleet
Give me back my silver penny
Took their gifts both choice and many,
She loathed the feast:
CANTO SIXTH - THE GUARD ROOM (Part II) - LAMENT