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"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.