III.   MEDIÆVAL LATIN STUDENTS’ SONGS

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“Occasionally his,” (the lover’s) “passion assumes a romantic tone, as is the case with the following Serenade to a girl called Flos-de-spina in the Latin. Whether that was her real name, or was only used for poetical purposes, does not admit of debate now. Anyhow, Flor-de-spina, Fior-di-spina, Fleur-d’épine, and English Flower-o’-the-thorn are all of them pretty names for a girl.”

THE SERENADE
TO FLOWER-
O’-THE-THORN.

THE blithe young year is upward steering,
Wild winter dwindles, disappearing;
The short, short days are growing longer,
Rough weather yields and warmth is stronger.
    Since January dawned, my mind
    Waves hither, thither, love-inclined
    For one whose will can loose or bind.


Prudent and very fair the maiden,
Than rose or lily more love-laden;
Stately of stature, lithe and slender,
There’s naught so exquisite and tender.
    The Queen of France is not so dear;
    Death to my life comes very near
    If Flower-o’-the-thorn be not my cheer.

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The Queen of Love my heart is killing
With her gold arrow pain-distilling;
The God of Love with torches burning
Lights pyre on pyre of ardent yearning.
    She is the girl for whom I’d die;
    I want none dearer, far or nigh,
    Though grief on grief upon me lie.


I with her love am thralled and taken,
Whose flower doth flower, bud, bloom, and waken;
Sweet were the labour, light the burden,
Could mouth kiss mouth for wage and guerdon.
    No touch of lips my wound can still,
    Unless two hearts grow one, one will,
    One longing! Flower of flowers, farewell!