I eagerly inhale the breeze
From thee, sweet Provence, blowing;
And all that’s thine delights me so,
Such pleasant thoughts bestowing,
That if thy very name is named
I listen joyously,
And ask a hundred words for one–
So sweet to hear of thee.
And surely none can name a spot
So sweet in memory biding,
As ‘twixt the Durance and the sea,
Where the swift Rhone is gliding:
There ever fresh delights abound,
There, midst its people gay,
I left my heart with one whose smile
Would drive each grief away.
Ne’er let the day be lightly named
When first I saw that lady:
From her my joy and pleasure flows;
And he whose tongue is ready
To give her praise, whate’er he says,
Of fair or good, is true:
She is the brightest, past compare,
That e’er the wide world knew.
If aught of goodness or of grace
Be mine, hers is the glory;
She led me on in wisdom’s path,
And set the light before me:
In her I joy, in her I sing,
If ever, pleasantly;
The sweetness there is not my own,
But hers in whom I joy.
(Pierre Vidal)
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