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The gray dawn finds me thinking still	A
Of thee who hadst my thoughts all night	B
Of thee who art my lute's sweet skill	A
And of my soul the only light	B
My star of song to whom I turn	C
My face and for whose love I yearn	C
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Thou dost not know thy troubadour	D
Lies sick to death no longer sings	E
That this alone may work his cure	F
To feel thy white hand weighed with rings	E
Smoothed softly through his heavy hair	G
Or resting with the old love there	G
	-
To feel thy warm cheek laid to his	H
Thy bosom fluttering with love	I
Then on his eyes and lips thy kiss	J
Thy kiss alone were all enough	K
To heal his heart to cure his soul	L
And make his mind and body whole	L
	-
The drought these three months past hath slain	M
All green things in this weary land	N
As in my life thy high disdain	M
Hath killed ambition yea my hand	N
Forgets its cunning and my heart	O
Sick to stagnation all its art	O
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Once to my castle there at Puy	P
In honor of thy beauty came	Q
The Angevin nobility	R
To hear me sing of thee whose fame	Q
Was high as Helen's Azalis	J
Hast thou forgot Forget'st thou this	J
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And in the lists how often there	G
I broke a spear for thee and placed	S
The crown of beauty on thy hair	G
While thou sat'st like the fair moon faced	S
Amid the human firmament	S
Of faces that toward thee bent	S
	-
I take my hawk my peregrine	T
No falconer or page beside	S
And ride from morn till eve begin	U
I ride forgetting that I ride	S
And all save this that thou no more	D
Dost ride beside me as of yore	D
	-
A heron sweeps above me I	V
Remember then how oft were cast	S
Thy hawk and mine at such and sigh	V
Thinking of thee and days long past	S
When through the Anjou fields and bowers	J
We used to hawk and hunt for hours	J
	-
And when unhappy I return	C
And take my lute and seek again	W
The terrace where beside some urn	C
The castle gathers while the stain	M
Of sunset crimsons all the sea	J
And sing old songs once loved of thee	J
	-
The soul within me overflows	J
With longing and I seem to hear	X
Thy voice through fountains and the rose	J
Calling afar while wildly near	Y
The rossignol makes mute my tongue	Z
With memories of things long sung	Z
	-
Here in Provence I pine for thee	J
And there in Anjou dost forget	S
All beauty here is less to me	J
Than is the ribbon lightly set	S
At thy white throat or on thy foot	S
The shoe that I have loved to lute	S
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Thy foot that I have loved to kiss	J
To kiss and sing of Song hath died	S
In me since then my Azalis	J
Since to my soul e'en that 's denied	S
Thy kiss that now alone could cure	F
The sick heart of thy Troubadour	D

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