In an Album: Vix Vocante Poesia
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09.02.2019, 15:53
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In an Album: Vix Vocante Poesia
In an Album: Vix Vocante Poesia
I, LIKE the shaded nightingale, would sing In some far bower, amidst the woods, alone, With nought but the wild streamlet's murmuring To give my bosom-strings their plaintive tone; Or the bleak winds that thro' the forest moan To prompt with their rude minstrelsy my lay, When to pale Dian on her silver throne My unbesought addresses I can pay. But expectation chills my vein of song; Even the prayer of beauty or desert, Breathed e'er so warm, so fervently, and long, Freezes the well of passion at my heart! What then? — I chant some worthless strain, until Deep-ear'd attention quickly has her fill. . |
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