Of all the sweet birds, I love the most
The lark and nightingale;
For they the first of all awake,
The opening spring with songs to hail.
And I, like them, when silently
Each Troubadour sleeps on,
Will wake me up, and sing of love
And thee, Vierna, fairest one!…
The rose on thee its bloom bestow’d,
The lily gave its white,
And nature, when it plann’d thy form,
A model framed of fair and bright.
For nothing sure that could be given
To thee hath been denied;
That there each thought of love and joy
In bright perfection might reside.
(Pierre Vidal)
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