Ballad
In the midst of May one fair morning, maidens, I found me in a green garden.
On every hand in the green grass were violets and lilies and fresh new flowers, vermilion, yellow, blue and white; then I stretched out my hand to gather them to deck my golden hair and bind a garland on my lovely tresses.
In the midst of May one fair morning, maidens, I found me in a green garden.
When I had filled my lap with flowers, I saw the roses not all of one colour; and then I ran to fill my breast with them because their perfume was so rich I felt my heart awake with soft desire and a divine delight.
In the midst of May one fair morning, maidens, I found me in a green garden.
I looked at them: never can I tell how fair those roses were; for one even then was breaking from the bud, and some were over-blown and some were fresh. Love said to me: " Go pluck the roses flowering fullest on the thorn. "
In the midst of May one fair morning, maidens, I found me in a green garden.
When that the rose spreads all her petals wide, when she is fairest, when she gives most delight, oh then 'tis good to set her in a garland before her beauty hath all fled away; and therefore, maidens, when 'tis fully flowering, gather the lovely rose within the garden.
In the midst of May one fair morning, maidens, I found me in a green garden.
On every hand in the green grass were violets and lilies and fresh new flowers, vermilion, yellow, blue and white; then I stretched out my hand to gather them to deck my golden hair and bind a garland on my lovely tresses.
In the midst of May one fair morning, maidens, I found me in a green garden.
When I had filled my lap with flowers, I saw the roses not all of one colour; and then I ran to fill my breast with them because their perfume was so rich I felt my heart awake with soft desire and a divine delight.
In the midst of May one fair morning, maidens, I found me in a green garden.
I looked at them: never can I tell how fair those roses were; for one even then was breaking from the bud, and some were over-blown and some were fresh. Love said to me: " Go pluck the roses flowering fullest on the thorn. "
In the midst of May one fair morning, maidens, I found me in a green garden.
When that the rose spreads all her petals wide, when she is fairest, when she gives most delight, oh then 'tis good to set her in a garland before her beauty hath all fled away; and therefore, maidens, when 'tis fully flowering, gather the lovely rose within the garden.
In the midst of May one fair morning, maidens, I found me in a green garden.
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