Anna Swanwick - The Maid of Orleans (Act 1 Scene 7) lyrics

The royal palace at Chinon. CHARLES, AGNES SOREL. CHARLES (seizing the hand of AGNES) My Agnes, be not sorrowful! Beyond the Loire we still shall find a France; We are departing to a happier land, Where laughs a milder, an unclouded sky, And gales more genial blow; we there shall meet More gentle manners; song abideth there, And love and life in richer beauty bloom. SOREL Oh, must I contemplate this day of woe! The king must roam in banishment! the son Depart, an exile from his father's house, And turn his back upon his childhood's home! Oh, pleasant, happy land that we forsake, Ne'er shall we tread thee joyously again.