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On "Near Perigord" Wish me ill, I'd have her form that's laced So cunningly, Without blemish, for her love Breaks not nor turns aside. I of Miele'de'ben demand Her straight fresh body, She is so supple and young Her robes can but do her wrong.


 * Her white teeth, of the Lady Faidita

I ask, and the fine courtesy She hath to welcome one. And such replies she lavishes Within her nest, Of Bela Mirals, the rest: Tall stature and gaiety, To make these avail She knoweth well, betide No change nor turning aside.


 * Ah, Bela Senher, Maent, at last

I ask naught from you, Save that I have such hunger for This phantom As I've for you, such flame-lap. And yet I'd rather Ask of you than hold another, Mayhap, right close and kissed. Ah, lady, why have you cast Me out, knowing you hold me so fast?

Besides these strophes there is also a four-line coda to his jongleur, Papiol, as follows:

Second, as to the possibility of a political intrigue behind the apparent love poem we have no evidence save that offered by my own observation of the geography of Perigord