Studies In Folk-song And Popular Poetry

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

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THE FOLK-SONGS OF POITOU.             233
In walking in the garden,
To shun the burning light, I saw beneath the leafage
A maid of beauty bright. With noiseless feet I crept To where the damsel slept.
With noiseless feet I tip-toed
To give her no alarm, Her head had for a pillow
Her round and rosy arm, As softly as the air I kissed her dreaming there.
And while she lay in slumber,
I sought a garden bed, And on her snowy bosom
I placed a rosebud red. The flower's breath of balm Dispelled her slumber's charm.
When slumber's charm had vanished,
She woke with laughing eyes ; Oh, magic love, how charming
To catch hearts by surprise! To wake them like the dawn, When spring-time is new-born.
In the bosquet of Pouzange I meet my faithful loves.
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