You wound me in senseless brambled wood;
As spindle foretold of true love most rare,
That evil spell denied a realm’s childhood,
Where kingly estate’s repose did despair.
Thine shield a rose, a weapon forged in truth,
Converged upon briar densely woven deep,
A portend pledged upon thy tattered youth,
And dragon black t’was smashed upon its keep.
Then, bright-winged fairies danced closely ‘round thee;
And true love’s kiss a kingdom’s light did wake,
Joined in joyful enchanting melody,
For this vile spell disallowed did here quake.
A story voiced on earth in heavens wake,
That ever after true love t’will ne’er break.