上海龙凤shlf最新地址Poem: La Bella Donna Della Mia Mente

My limbs are wasted with a flame,

上海龙凤shlf最新地址My feet are sore with travelling,

For, calling on my Lady's name,

My lips have now forgot to sing.

上海龙凤shlf最新地址O Linnet in the wild-rose brake

上海龙凤shlf最新地址Strain for my Love thy melody,

上海龙凤shlf最新地址O Lark sing louder for love's sake,

上海龙凤shlf最新地址My gentle Lady passeth by.

She is too fair for any man

To see or hold his heart's delight,

Fairer than Queen or courtesan

Or moonlit water in the night.

Her hair is bound with myrtle leaves,

(Green leaves upon her golden hair!)

上海龙凤shlf最新地址Green grasses through the yellow sheaves

上海龙凤shlf最新地址Of autumn corn are not more fair.

上海龙凤shlf最新地址Her little lips, more made to kiss

Than to cry bitterly for pain,

Are tremulous as brook-water is,

Or roses after evening rain.

上海龙凤shlf最新地址Her neck is like white melilote

Flushing for pleasure of the sun,

上海龙凤shlf最新地址The throbbing of the linnet's throat

上海龙凤shlf最新地址Is not so sweet to look upon.

As a pomegranate, cut in twain,

上海龙凤shlf最新地址White-seeded, is her crimson mouth,

Her cheeks are as the fading stain

Where the peach reddens to the south.

上海龙凤shlf最新地址O twining hands!  O delicate

上海龙凤shlf最新地址White body made for love and pain!

O House of love!  O desolate

上海龙凤shlf最新地址Pale flower beaten by the rain!