252 TROUBADOURS.
" O thou," she cried, " the world's great King,__
Saviour ! from thee my sorrows spring;
Thy griefs are mine ; since thus for thee
The brave ones of the earth must be
Wanderers in distant climes ;—such is thy high de-
cree.
" For thee my heart's delight goes forth,
The noblest, best, in wit or worth ;
And sorrow only tarries here—
Care, and the ever-flowing tear.
Woe to thee, Louis ! whose command
This anguish for my soul hath plann'd :
Woe to thee, king! who love hast banish'd from the
land!"
I heard; and, as I heard, drew near,
And stood beside that fountain clear :
And, " O fair maid," I cried, " forbear,
Nor mar that face, nor let despair
Thus deep upon thy spirit seize ;
He that can clothe the barren trees
With new-born leaves again, thine anguish can ap-
pease."
" Sir knight, I have not now to learn,"
She said, " how Heaven in love can turn
" O thou," she cried, " the world's great King,__
Saviour ! from thee my sorrows spring;
Thy griefs are mine ; since thus for thee
The brave ones of the earth must be
Wanderers in distant climes ;—such is thy high de-
cree.
" For thee my heart's delight goes forth,
The noblest, best, in wit or worth ;
And sorrow only tarries here—
Care, and the ever-flowing tear.
Woe to thee, Louis ! whose command
This anguish for my soul hath plann'd :
Woe to thee, king! who love hast banish'd from the
land!"
I heard; and, as I heard, drew near,
And stood beside that fountain clear :
And, " O fair maid," I cried, " forbear,
Nor mar that face, nor let despair
Thus deep upon thy spirit seize ;
He that can clothe the barren trees
With new-born leaves again, thine anguish can ap-
pease."
" Sir knight, I have not now to learn,"
She said, " how Heaven in love can turn