Christine de Pizan

(1365-1434 / France)

Virelay - Poem by Christine de Pizan

Sweet, in whom my joy must be,
Now my heart is full of glee

For thy love : and loosed from care
All my song is, ' ' Lady fair,
Living I consume for thee.'

But thy gentle love hath sent
The fair comfort that I need :
I therewith am well content.
Gladness doth my spirit lead.

Rightly am I glad, pardie !
For of old my jollity
Drowned in woes I had to bear :
Of thy help when I was ware
Gone was all my misery,
Sweet, in whom my joy must be.

Since the day that thou hast lent
Thy dear heart, my life is freed
From the sorrows I lament :
Peace and gladness are my meed.

Lady, love despatcheth me
Succour sweet, who thus am free
From my sickness : pale despair
Rules no longer when I share
Hope that I thy face may see,
Sweet, in whom my joy must be.


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Poem Submitted: Friday, September 17, 2010



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