From Citron-Bower

 From citron-bower be her bed, 
cut from branch of tree a-flower, 
fashioned for her maidenhead.


From Lydian apples, sweet of hue, 
cut the width of board and lathe, 
carve the feet from myrtle-wood.


Let the palings of her bed 
be quince and box-wood overlaid 
with the scented bark of yew.


That all the wood in blossoming, 
may calm her heart and cool her blood, 
for losing of her maidenhood.

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