Taylor, Edgar [Hrsg.]; Austin, Sarah [Hrsg.]: Lays of the minnesingers or German troubadours of the twelfth and thirteenth centuries: Illustr. by specimens of the contemporary lyric poetry of Provence and other parts of Europe ; With histor. and crit. notes, and engravings from the ms. of the minnesingers in the king's library at Paris, and from other sources (London, 1825)

218 TKOUBADOUIIS.

On one sweet thought my soul has dwelt,-
That my unchanging faith was thine ;

Not Seguis for Valensa felt

A love more pure and high than mine:

In all beside thou art above

My highest thoughts—but not in love,—

Cold as thou art, and proud to me,

To others all humility.

Yet must I wonder, gazing there

On that severe and chilling mien :
It is not just, another fair

Should fill the heart where I have been:
Whate'er her worth, remember thou
Love's early days, love's fondest vow ;
Heaven grant no idle word of mine
Have caused this cold neglect of thine!

When I remember all thy worth,

Thy rank, thy honours,—well I see
There cannot be the heart on earth

That would not bend in love to thee :
But thou, whose penetrating eyes
Can quickly pierce through each disguise,
The tenderest, truest, heart wilt see,
And surely then remember me.