05.05.2009, 18:33
BERTRAND DE BORN.
Warrior, and poet, in this balanced day
'Twould puzzle thee, I doubt, Messire de Born *,
To rouse up princes into chivalrous scorn
Of peace, with thy sirventes; and bid the array
Of battle gather proudly, with the lay
That stirred King Philip, like a stream i' the morn
Waking the sluggard; as thy speech outworn,
The moon of thy vocation fades away.
For 'tis a staid and reasonable time,
That debt would to morality endear;
Counting the clink of taxes, 'stead of rhyme :
But not the less doth passion's flame appear
Rending the earth, in many another clime,
From the old volcano, though it bursts not here.
Warrior, and poet, in this balanced day
'Twould puzzle thee, I doubt, Messire de Born *,
To rouse up princes into chivalrous scorn
Of peace, with thy sirventes; and bid the array
Of battle gather proudly, with the lay
That stirred King Philip, like a stream i' the morn
Waking the sluggard; as thy speech outworn,
The moon of thy vocation fades away.
For 'tis a staid and reasonable time,
That debt would to morality endear;
Counting the clink of taxes, 'stead of rhyme :
But not the less doth passion's flame appear
Rending the earth, in many another clime,
From the old volcano, though it bursts not here.