The Walled Garden

The Hague, KB, 74 G 37a April

Gentle listener, this is a tale of the heartsick singer outside the walls of the hortus conclusus.

In there my lady picks primeroles and lilyflowers, her heart a blooming rose.

But my heart sits in a cage of bone, a lark that cannot fly to peck its rose’s nectar.

I am so beset with sorrow that I must vow to leave off singing, for if she will not hear me, then my songs are but air.

…And yet, wretched as I am, I hesitate to cease my songs. 
For they are air that tastes of her.

Click here to listen to a collection of medieval songs (plus some pleasant instrumental interludes) ~ all dedicated to falling in love in the gardens of springtime.

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Below are the best links I can find to the medieval song lyrics included in the playlist, with translations where available. Songs are in a variety of languages, with many in medieval French.

Hortus Conclusus

Can Vei La Lauzeta

Que Pourroit Plus  [page 5]

Lilium Floruit

Fowles In The Frith

Ma Dame, Trop Vous Mesprenés  [page 7]

Rose, Liz, Printemps, Verdure

Ara Non Vei Luzir Solelh

Ecco La Primavera

Pictured above: A lady picking flowers in April. MS The Hague, KB, 74 G 37a

The Holy Land – a narrative playlist