My only love, my joy and my mistress,
Since I must dwell far away from you,
I have nothing left to comfort me
But a memory to hold on to gladness.
In lightening my distress through Hope,
I shall have to pass the time this way,
My only love, my joy and my mistress,
Since I must dwell far away from you.
For my weary heart, well furnished with sorrow,
Has wished to go away with you,
Nor can I ever recover it,
Until I see your lovely youth,
My only love, my joy and my mistress.
Charles D’Orléans
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