No Pilgrims through the grasses wet,

   No shepherd lads that sang their say

   With Aucassin and Nicolete.

   ’Twas here by Nicolete begun

   Her lodge of boughs and blossoms gay;

   ’Scaped from the cell of marble dun

   ’Twas here the lover found the Fay;

   O lovers fond, O foolish play!

   How hard we find it to forget,

   Who fain would dwell with them as they,

   With Aucassin and Nicolete.

   ENVOY.

   Prince, ’tis a melancholy lay!

   For Youth, for Life we both regret:

   How fair they seem; how far away,

   With Aucassin and Nicolete.

   A. L.

   All bathed in pearl and amber light

   She rose to fling the lattice wide,

   And leaned into the fragrant night,

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