Talking To The White Goddess - Part Two

Moon Aglow

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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