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And the king himself would play,
Singing with a merry mind.
And, as all the gleemen say,
A better harper none could find.
Singing with a merry mind.
And, as all the gleemen say,
A better harper none could find.
None before him was, I trow,
Or in after days will be
Held the peer of Orfeo
When he struck his harp. And he
Who could hear that minstrelsy
Would have deemed his spirit were
Housed in Heaven, such melody
Was it, and such joy to hear.
Or in after days will be
Held the peer of Orfeo
When he struck his harp. And he
Who could hear that minstrelsy
Would have deemed his spirit were
Housed in Heaven, such melody
Was it, and such joy to hear.
Thrace they named his stout demesne,
Then the strongest of cities;
With him dwelt his gracious queen,
Called the Lady Heurodis,
Fairest of all fair ladies;
Naught surpassed her gentleness,
Full of love and courtesies;
None can tell her loveliness.
Then the strongest of cities;
With him dwelt his gracious queen,
Called the Lady Heurodis,
Fairest of all fair ladies;
Naught surpassed her gentleness,
Full of love and courtesies;
None can tell her loveliness.
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