Bertran’s Song

Even the birds above the lake
Are singing of my love,
And even the flowers along the shore
Are growing for her sake. All the vines are ripening
And the trees come into bud,
For my love’s footsteps passing by
Are summoning the spring. Rian’s stars in the night
Shine more brightly over her,
The god’s moon and the goddess’s
Guard her with their light. Even the birds above the lake
Are singing of my love,
And even the flowers along the shore
Are growing for her sake.

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