With colours of a far countrie,

     And the window of marble wrought,

     There the maiden stood in thought,

     With straight brows and yellow hair

     Never saw ye fairer fair!

     On the wood she gazed below,

     And she saw the roses blow,

     Heard the birds sing loud and low,

     Therefore spoke she wofully:

     “Ah me, wherefore do I lie

     Here in prison wrongfully:

     Aucassin, my love, my knight,

     Am I not thy heart’s delight,

     Thou that lovest me aright!

     ’Tis for thee that I must dwell

     In the vaulted chamber cell,

     Hard beset and all alone!

     By our Lady Mary’s Son

     Here no longer will I wonn,

     If I may flee!

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