'TWAS IN THE MONTH OF MAY. "Que por Mayo, era por Mayo.". 'Twas in the month of May,-of May, To serve his love with tribute meet. Nor when the evening stars appear. Oft the day-waking notes I heard Cancionero de Valencia, 1511, p. 136. [What follows is another version, derived from a different authority. Their romances are often divided into fragments: various subjects are sometimes blended. The similarity of the asonantes, and the traditional manner of their preservation, have often led to great confusion as to their origin, and as to the subject of which they treat.] ORD THE MONTH OF MAY. "Por el mes era de Mayo." It was when the sun put forth his glory, And nature to its rule submits, When all submits but the prison'd minstrel, He knows not when the day is dawning, Is my clogg'd beard that wraps me round, And my claw-like nails my only weapon, While I perish on the damp ground. If 'tis by my good monarch's warrant, lord-my master he: He is my But perhaps 'tis but my gaoler's malice, O! would some little bird could hear me, That had been train'd by gentle woman In gentle whispers to express A prayer, that she would convey me hither The bird might bring them 'neath his pinions, I mined the walls, and filed the irons, Cancionero de Madrid, 1644, p. 265. SHE COMES TO GATHER FLOWERS. "Fertiliza tu vega." PUT on your brightest, richest dress, Garland me wreaths, thou fertile vale! Come with your fragrant offering. Which Flora wakes in her spring-tide hours;— My fair one comes across the dell, She comes to gather flowers. Twilight of morn! from thy misty tower Scatter the trembling pearls around, For my envy fair one now descends the hills She comes to gather flowers. |