Songs of Old France

Triolets

Charles D'Orléans

1391–1465

Leave me to ponder at my ease,
Alas! grant me the leisure:
My fancies are such sweet pleasure,
That speech no more doth please.

When Melancholy's pale disease
Assails me out of measure,
Leave me to ponder at my ease,
Alas! grant me this leisure.

And when, my spirit to appease,
I summon memory's treasure,
That so soon doth bring me pleasure;
May this, for God's sake, not displease,
Leave me to ponder at my ease.