Troubadour of the city, whose entreaties have me captive
Thou art a devotee and loyalist of heart
In thee I see the genius of Love, a passion native
Activity refined, most exquisite art
Meandering o'er streets and greens
Goes troubadour, sauntering to inner music
On a path of fire and passion the melody careens
Imbued with cosmic tune melodic
At the loom of my life the troubadour weaves
I wake to go wild upon the call of Love
Each dalliance one of the falling leaves
From life's wizened tree, her blossom roves
     O troubadours thy melodies make
     The stained and sullied spirit wake