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Sweet lady! let me tell Kind words to him who loves thee well. And why these cold and keen delays? Love should be welcomed while it stays, It is a flower that fadeth soon; Oh profit, lady! by its short-lived noon."
Then that enchanting fair in accents sweet replied, ■' Thy faithful nightingale
Has told his pleasant tale;
For long thy stay hath been.
Such grief had I foreseen, Not with my love so soon hadst thou been blest.
Here then for thee I wait;
With thee is joy and mirth,
And nothing here on earth
With thee can e'er compete.
"True love, like gold, is well refined;
GIRAUD DE BORNEIL.
Giraud De Borneil is said to have been of low extraction. The Provencal historian says—" fo meiller trobaire que negus d'aquels qu'eron estat denan ni foron apres lui, per que fo apellatz Maestre dels Trobadors:" and he adds, that he was used during the winter to rest "a scola," for the purpose of study; and during the summer to travel from court to court with two minstrels or "cantadors," who sang his songs. It is added, that he never would marry, but gave all he gained to his poor parents, and the church of the town where he was born. Nostradamus says he died in 1278.
Companion dear! or sleeping or awaking,
And in the east that early star is breaking,
Companion dear! with carols sweet I'll call thee;
Sleep not again! I hear the birds' blithe song Loud in the woodlands; evil may befall thee, And jealous eyes awaken, tarrying long, Now that the morn is near.
Companion dear! forth from the window looking,
Judge if aright I read what they betoken:
Companion dear! since thou from hence wert straying,
My prayers unceasing to the Virgin paying,
That thou in peace thy backward way might tread. The morn, the morn, is near.
Companion dear! hence to the fields with me!
Me thou forbad'st to slumber through the night, And I have watch'd that livelong night for thee;
But thou in song or me hast no delight,
Companion dear! so happily sojourning,
Here brightest beauty reigns, her smiles adorning
Gaubert Amiels was a knight of Gascony; of what precise time is not known. He had the merit of making harmonious verses, of being humble in spirit and affectionate in heart. The following song is taken up at the second verse.
I Covet not a high-born dame;
An equal in degree
Heaven never meant for me.
Mid courtiers great and high;
It would not bring me joy.
I ever loved the single bird
That sings beside my bower,
At distance, hovering o'er;
Who seeketh not for mine,
For regal dame to pine.
For lofty aims I do not care,
To courtiers leave them free: But there is One, whose chain I wear,
For she has vanquish'd me:
There is not one so fair,
Who thus my love can share.