Thibaut de Champagne Poems

Lady, the fates command, and I must go,---
Leaving the pleasant land so dear to me:
Here my heart suffered many a heavy woe:
But what is left to love, thus leaving thee?
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The other day I went wandering
Without any companion
On my palfrey, thinking
To make a song,
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I can’t prevent myself from singing,
And yet I’m full of grief and sadness,
Though joy is always a lovely thing,
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Love I have served, for such length of time
If I forsake Him no man should blame me,
Now I go, and commend him to God in rhyme,
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‘Mercy, my lady! One thing I ask you,
As God may bless you, answer me fairly:
When you are dead, and I – for it’s true
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