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El cuento del terrateniente

would her heartë quake, That on her feet she might her not sustene: Then would she sit adown upon the green, And piteously into the sea behold, And say right thus, with careful sikës cold: > “Eternal God! that through thy purveyánce Leadest this world by certain governance, In idle, as men say, ye nothing make; But, Lord, these grisly fiendly rockës blake, That seem rather a foul confusión Of work, than any fair creatión Of such a perfect wisë God and stable, Why have ye wrought this work unreasonáble? For by this work, north, south, or west, or east, There is not foster’ْد man, nor bird, nor beast: It doth no good, to my wit, but annoyeth. See ye not, Lord, how mankind it destroyeth? A hundred thousand bodies of mankind Have rockës slain, all be they not in mind; Which mankind is so fair part of thy work, Thou madest it like to thine owen mark. Then seemed it ye had a great cherté Toward mankind; but how then may it be That ye such meanës make it to destroy? Which meanës do no good, but ever annoy. I wot well, clerkës will say as them lest, By arguments, that all is for the best, Although I can the causes not y-know; But thilkë God that made the wind to blow, As keep my lord, this is my conclusión: To clerks leave I all disputatión: But would to God that all these rockës blake Were sunken into hellë for his sake! These rockës slay mine heartë for the fear.” Thus would she say, with many a piteous

Sus amigas vieron que no era diversión pasear junto al mar, sino desconsuelo, y dispusieron ir a jugar a otra parte. La conducen junto a ríos y fuentes, y también a otros lugares deleitables; bailan, y juegan al ajedrez y a las tablas.

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