Young new lovers,
In the new season,
Through the streets, without reason
Ride along leaping.
And they make leap from the windowpanes
The fire, like that of coal:
Young new lovers
In the new season.
I do not know whether their labors
They employ well or not;
But pricked by the spur
Are as much as their horses,
Young new lovers.
Charles D’Orléans
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