An Interpretation of Dymer

So while Dymer lay upon the grassy knolls
He lay there, dead among the valley's waste,
And had he known what were good wisdom's role
He would not have chased that awful, lusty wraith.
For, the life is fervent charity: not hate
Turned into one languished, dreadful, selfish loll---
So seek heaven's peace like a Comely Maiden's love.