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Provençal Lovers—Aucassin and Nicolette
By Edmund Clarence Stedman (1833–1908)
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He met her by a secret stair,—
The night was centuries ago.
Said Aucassin, “My love, my pet,
These old confessors vex me so!
They threaten all the pains of hell
Unless I give you up, ma belle,”—
Said Aucassin to Nicolette.
To fill your place, ma très-douce mie?
To reach that spot I little care!
There all the droning priests are met;
All the old cripples, too, are there
That unto shrines and altars cling
To filch the Peter-pence we bring,”—
Said Aucassin to Nicolette.
With gowns well tattered by the briars,
The saints who lift their eyes and whine:
I like them not—a starveling set!
Who’d care with folk like these to dine?
The other road ’twere just as well
That you and I should take, ma belle!”—
Said Aucassin to Nicolette.
With pleasant comrades whom we know:
Fair scholars, minstrels, lusty knights
Whose deeds the land will not forget,
The captains of a hundred fights,
The men of valor and degree,—
We’ll join that gallant company,”
Said Aucassin to Nicolette.
And beauteous ladies debonair,
The pretty dames, the merry brides,
Who with their wedded lords coquette
And have a friend or two besides,—
And all in gold and trappings gay,
With furs, and crests in vair and gray,”—
Said Aucassin to Nicolette.
And they who roam the world like kings,
Are gathered there, so blithe and free!
Pardie! I’d join them now, my pet,
If you went also, ma douce mie!
The joys of heaven I’d forego
To have you with me there below,”—
Said Aucassin to Nicolette.