Talking To The White Goddess - Part Two
Moon Aglow, NASA
Authored by A. S. Kline © Copyright 1999 All Rights Reserved.
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Based on an Irish Song - 14th Century
You're the white flower of the rowan.
You're the sweet flower of the blackberry.
You're the silence of the moonlight
between midnight and dawn.
You're my heartbeat, you're my secret.
You're the miracle of the greenwood.
You're the ring-dove's soft cooing
in the silence of dawn.
Three Anonymous Rondeaux - C13th French
"Est-il Paradise, amie ?"
Is there Paradise beloved
any Paradise but love ?
None that's for our eyes beloved.
Is there Paradise beloved ?
He who lies in his love's arms
all of Paradise has found.
Is there Paradise beloved
any Paradise but love ?
"Encore un chapelet ai"
Always a garland I keep
that was my love's.
Given to me in joy so deep
always a garland I keep.
For her sake it ever sleeps
with me alway.
Always a garland I keep
that with her lay.
"Trop me regardez, amie, souvent"
Too much you gaze at me, love often
your sweet looks are caught by all men.
Heart that would love in sweetest heaven,
(too much you gaze at me, love, often )
should not reveal its love to all men,
but should guard itself from treason.
Too much you gaze at me, love, often
your sweet looks are caught by all men.