Translated from the Provencal of the 12th century.
I LIKE it well, the sweet spring-time,
That brings the leaves and flowers,
And I like well the caroling
Of birds, their songs re-echoing
Through groves and leafy bowers.
I like it well when, on the mead,
Tents and pavilions shine,
And in my very heart I like,
When horse, and horsemen armed to strike,
Stand in a gleaming line.
I like it well when raiders swoop
Down on the herdsmen flying.
I like it when the angry guard
In hot pursuit is hieing.