"for this raimbaut de vaquieras lived at a time when prolonged habits of extra-mundane contemplation, combined with the decay of real knowledge, were apt to volatilize the thoughts and aspirations of the best and wisest into dreamy unrealities, and to lend a false air of mysticism to love.… it is as if the intellect and the will had become used to moving paralytically among visions, dreams, and mystic terrors, weighed down with torpor."

fair friend, since that hour i took leave of thee

i have not slept nor stirred from off my knee,

but prayed alway to god, s. mary's son,

to give me back my true companion;

and soon it will be dawn.

fair friend, at parting, thy behest to me

was that all sloth i should eschew and flee,

and keep good watch until the night was done:

now must my song and service pass for none?

for soon it will be dawn.

raimbaut de vaquieras.—aubade, from f. york powell's version.