Aloisa — Macbeth

Ye that now smile In fronte of my colde statue By blue musk veilede Ye know not my sadde storie

I remember now the cold I felt When your eyes turned Towards that poisoned flower I have dreamt of thee I have dreamt of our serene past times But they have passed, alas!

I have loved thee more than my own life Now I wonder in the wind, And I dream endlessly I have slept no longer I have spoke no longer

My name is Aloisa and I bring sweet perfumes and love To sad ladies