4. A Rondel of Merciless Beauty
—— Geoffrey Chaucer
Your two great eyes will slay me suddenly;
Their beauty shakes me who was once rene;
Straight through my heart the wound is quid keen.
Only your word will heal the injury
To my hurt heart, whiled yet the wound is —
Your two great eyes will slay me suddenly;
Their beauty shakes me who was once rene.
Upon my word, I tell you faithfully
Through life and after death you are my queen;
For with my death the whole truth shall be en.
Your two great eyes will slay me suddenly;
Their beauty shakes me who was once rene;
Straight through my heart the wound is quid keen.