Anonymous British

For I Am Faint With Love

In a valley of this restless mind I sought in mountain and in mead. Trusting a true love for to find. Upon a hill then took I heed: A voice I heard, and near I yede, In great dolor complaining tho: See, dear soul, how my sides bleed: Quia amore langueo. I am true love that false was never: My sister, man’s soul, I loved her thus. Because we would in no wise disserver I left my Kingdom glorious. I purveyed her a palace full precious: She fled, I followed, I loved her so That I suffered this pain piteous, Quia amore langueo.