Troubadour

In the far country, in a century of veils and swords, the merry Troubadour rode his horse. Among true friends He was the most devoted friend, and all around loved him for his kindness. The sky was filled with stars. Night was floating above the earth. Suddenly I met him in yesterday’s dream. He said, «I shall be true only to you during the most black trouble and in bright-coloured success.» Morning has crept into my home like a scarlet snake. And today, too, I was mistaken when I looked back at a masculine figure! No, it is not he! O God, O God! I have forgotten his face! I shall not be able to find my fine, dream-time Troubadour!