Poem: Canzonet

I have no store

上海龙凤shlf最新地址Of gryphon-guarded gold;

上海龙凤shlf最新地址Now, as before,

上海龙凤shlf最新地址Bare is the shepherd's fold.

Rubies nor pearls

上海龙凤shlf最新地址Have I to gem thy throat;

上海龙凤shlf最新地址Yet woodland girls

Have loved the shepherd's note.

上海龙凤shlf最新地址Then pluck a reed

And bid me sing to thee,

For I would feed

Thine ears with melody,

上海龙凤shlf最新地址Who art more fair

上海龙凤shlf最新地址Than fairest fleur-de-lys,

上海龙凤shlf最新地址More sweet and rare

Than sweetest ambergris.

上海龙凤shlf最新地址What dost thou fear?

Young Hyacinth is slain,

Pan is not here,

And will not come again.

No horned Faun

Treads down the yellow leas,

No God at dawn

上海龙凤shlf最新地址Steals through the olive trees.

Hylas is dead,

Nor will he e'er divine

Those little red

上海龙凤shlf最新地址Rose-petalled lips of thine.

On the high hill

No ivory dryads play,

上海龙凤shlf最新地址Silver and still

Sinks the sad autumn day.