Jean Froissart Poems

SUS toutes flours tient on la rose à belle,
Et, en après, je croi, la violette.
La flour de lys est belle, et la perselle;
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Return, my love; too long thy stay;
Sorrow for thee my soul has stung;
My spirit calls the ev'ry day,--
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The body goes, the spirit stays;
Dear lady, till we meet, farewell!
Too far from thee my home must be;
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Love, love, what wilt thou with this heart of mine?
Naught see I fixed or sure in thee!
I do not know thee,-nor what deeds are thine:
Love, love, what will though with this heart of mine?
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