Romance
Shall I sing to you a song of pleasant love? No churl made it, but a knight under the shadow of an olive-tree in his lady's arms.
Her shift was of linen, her cloak of white ermine, and her bodice of silk; her stockings were of new-mown hay, her shoes of neatly fitting flowers of May.
Her girdle was of leaves which grow green when the year changes, and the clasp was of gold. The purse was of love and the pendants were flowers, given by love.
She rode upon a mule; its shoes were of silver and gilded was the saddle; behind her on the crupper she had set three rose-bushes to shade her.
She rode across the meadows; a knight met and fairly greeted her. " Fair lady, where were you born? " " I am the praise of France, of the highest rank.
" The nightingale is my father, who sings upon the bough in the highest tree. The siren is my mother, who sings on the highest rock by the salt sea. "
" Fair lady, you are well-born; your parentage is good and of high rank. Would to God our Father that you were given me as my lawful wife! "
Her shift was of linen, her cloak of white ermine, and her bodice of silk; her stockings were of new-mown hay, her shoes of neatly fitting flowers of May.
Her girdle was of leaves which grow green when the year changes, and the clasp was of gold. The purse was of love and the pendants were flowers, given by love.
She rode upon a mule; its shoes were of silver and gilded was the saddle; behind her on the crupper she had set three rose-bushes to shade her.
She rode across the meadows; a knight met and fairly greeted her. " Fair lady, where were you born? " " I am the praise of France, of the highest rank.
" The nightingale is my father, who sings upon the bough in the highest tree. The siren is my mother, who sings on the highest rock by the salt sea. "
" Fair lady, you are well-born; your parentage is good and of high rank. Would to God our Father that you were given me as my lawful wife! "
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