Studies In Folk-song And Popular Poetry

An Extensive Investigation Into The Sources And Inspiration Of National Folk Song

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to the consolation they will have in hearing the bells of each other's convents and their voices raised in psalm:
When from my books I turn to the sight of the world, I am touched by a prick, which troubles my spirit.
I fancy I hear the sweet voice of my mistress Speak with a tone that is melting with sadness.
Whenever my mistress raises her voice in song, The fairies of the mountain reecho the air.
The fishes in the sea dart about rejoicing,
And the sailors on the deck dance gaily as they hear it.
The rocks upon the mountain split themselves asunder In hearing her voice and seeing her beauty.
When I cast a glance, which rests upon my mistress, It seems to me I see the queen of all the maidens.
Her dainty hands are mingled with red and with white, And her eyes are brilliant as the stars in the sky.
Her two cheeks are roses of a natural color, And her lips are as sweet as the pure honeycomb.
Good morning, my fair maiden, on my knees I fall To ask your benediction to become a Capuchin.
To ask your benediction to become a Recollet, In St. Francis convent, in the village of Morlaix.
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