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TROUBADOURS AND MINNE-SINGERS.
Too short, alas! the time, since here I tarried with my leman dear, In love and converse sweet."
" Lady, be warn'd J on roof and mead
The dew-drops glitter gay, Then quickly bid thy leman speed,
Nor linger till the day; For by the twilight did I mark Wolves hyeing to their covert dark,
And stags to covert fly."
Now by the rising sun I view'd
In tears my lady's face; She gave me many a token good,
And many a soft embrace, Our parting bitterly we mourn'd; The hearts which erst with rapture burn'd,
Were cold with woe and care.
A ring, with glittering ruby red,
Gave me that lady sheen, And with me from the castle sped
Along the meadow green; And whilst I saw my leman bright, She waved on high her 'kerchief white;
"Courage! To arms 1" she cried.
In the raging fight each pennon white
Reminds me of her love; In the field of blood, with mournful mood,
I see her 'kerchief move; Through foes I hew where'er I view
Her ruby ring, and blithely sing, " Lady, I fght for thee." |
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