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

上海龙凤shlf最新地址My limbs are wasted with a flame,

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.

上海龙凤shlf最新地址She is too fair for any man

上海龙凤shlf最新地址To see or hold his heart's delight,

上海龙凤shlf最新地址Fairer than Queen or courtesan

Or moonlit water in the night.

上海龙凤shlf最新地址Her hair is bound with myrtle leaves,

上海龙凤shlf最新地址(Green leaves upon her golden hair!)

Green grasses through the yellow sheaves

Of autumn corn are not more fair.

Her little lips, more made to kiss

上海龙凤shlf最新地址Than to cry bitterly for pain,

Are tremulous as brook-water is,

Or roses after evening rain.

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

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,

上海龙凤shlf最新地址Her cheeks are as the fading stain

Where the peach reddens to the south.

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

Pale flower beaten by the rain!