Songs of Old France

Rondel

François Villon

The graces that crown you Queen,
Have so wrought in the heart of me,
That I, though I die, must be
Your love more than all have been.

Yet I blame them not, for seen
Whom have they not held in fee,
The graces that crown you Queen.

And though come scorn between
You whom I love and me,
Whom shall we blame for it, we?
Not me; whom then? I ween
The graces that crown you Queen.