Is in the house of Valderey.
The fresh green leaves are in the vineyard,
The grapes in it are ripe and sweet:
So beautiful—so warmly colour’d—
Ah me, of them when shall I eat?
All in the chamber of the Countess
Gold was with silver suited well,
It was the Heav’n of that Angel,
No more hath my poor tongue to tell.
Rich silks were there of Millan,