Beyond sea be thou sped, my song,
And, by God, to my Lady say
That in desirous, grief-filled way
My nights and my days are full long.
And command thou William the Long-Seer
To tell thee to my Lady dear,
That comfort be her thoughts among.
The only bit of Peire Bremon's work that has come down to
us, and through its being printed with the songs of Giraut
of Bornelh he is like to lose credit for even this.--E.P.