They say for love her heart did rive in twain,
But now she smiles beside a shadowy stream
In some far land where none do die of love!
And where is he, Jehan the fisherman,
Who loved Yvonne, who met the sea and died?
They died for love who should have lived for hate!
I’ll live—
Enter De Vardes. Count Louis, etc., come forward.
Oh, here’s the soldier! Now we’ll know
How blow the winds around the camp of love!