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VOL. VII No. III of Verse
DECEMBER, 1915
TWO POEMS
NEAR PERIGORD
A Perigord, pres del muralh ton que i puosch 'om gitar ab malh.
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YOU'D have men's hearts up from the dust
And tell their secrets, Messire Cino,
Right enough? Then read between the lines of Uc St. Cire,
Solve me the riddle, for you know the tale.
Bertrans, En Bertrans, left a fine canzone:
"Maent, I love you, you have turned me out.
The voice at Montfort, Lady Agnes' hair,
Bel Miral's stature, the vicountess' throat
Set all together, are not worthy of you . . ."
And all the while you sing out that canzone,
Think you that Maent lived at Montaignac,
One at Chalais, another at Malemort
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