human
Mine at last!
gpt
Yes, thine at last! Still stained with blood The Dauphin's self beside them stood.
human
Fast as mortal steed could flee, My own Christine, I followed thee. Saint George, but 'twas a gallant sight That miscreant hurled from yonder height: Brave boy, that single sword of thine, Methinks, might hold all Palestine. But see, from out the shrine of Moan Cometh the good Monk of Cologne, Bearing the relic rare that woke Our warrior from his bed of oak. See him pass with folded hands To where the shaded chapel stands. The Bridegroom well hath won the prize, There stands the priest, and there the altar lies.
gpt
By my halidome, I wager our Bard Blondel hath come! E'en as he spoke, a joyous cry From the beach proclaimed the Master nigh; But the merry cheer rose merrier yet When the Monarch and his Minstrel met. The Prince of Song and Plantagenet.
human
A song! cried the King.
gpt
Thou art just in time To rid our ears of a vagrant's rhyme: Prove how that recreant voice of thine Hath thriven at Cyprus, bard of mine! The Minstrel played with his golden wrest, And began the
human
The vanquished Trovère stole away Unmarked by lord or ladye gay: Perchance one quick, kind glance he caught, Perchance that glance was all he sought. For when Blondel would pause to tune His harp and supplicate the moon, It seemed as tho' the laughing sea Caught up the vagrant melody; And far along the listening shore. Till every wave the burthen bore, In long, low echoes might you hear--
gpt
Alles, Alles zu Gott und Ihr!