J'AI PERDU MON AMANT'.
HE.
I've lost my Love, in sooth,
For that my care is light;
What small despite I feel
Will soon have vanished quite.
For mourning I will wear
A suit of satin fine,
My only tears shall be
Of wine.
SHE.
What have I done, my Love,
That thus displeases thee?
Have I not loved thee, Dear,
As thou had'st right to be?
I've loved thee; love thee now;
I'll love thee, Dear, for aye.
For thee my heart shall beat
Alway.
