When I was tangled in the skein

When I was tangled in the skein

Of my most sweet and gentle Dame,

Then was I burn'd by candle light,

Like to the moth that flies by night:

I did blush with the glowing red

Of a spark flashed from a flame

When I was tangled in the skein

Of my most sweet and gentle Dame.

To be a bird could I but feign

And had I but two wings for flight,

I myself could have guarded quite

And not been wounded by love's pain.

When I was tangled in the skein.