When I was too younger,
A beautiful lad
She went in my landing,
She creeped into bed.
But being in hypnose
I haven't heard her voice.
A maid brought me witness
To check every choice.
Ay,now I know who is my bed-stand
A woman fine fleur spent the night in my bed!
At once I have learned the witches this sort-
She's Yseult La Rose and Yseult... Ma Mort!
And soon I was going
To Island for bride,
In castle lady shows me
The hands are so white!
I seek for a damoiselle
Methink it was good:
The wife will thee dazzle
Thou wilst kiss her foot!
When I have returned from la guerre eternelle
I heard such a voice: 'tis a page of ma belle.
It sounds from bedroom, so gentle j'ai non tort...
How tremblst thou my heart touched by Yseult La Mort!
Chevalier Bewitched
© Copyright: Сесиль Монблазе, 2010
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