23.07.2007, 08:36
THY lover, Love, would have some nobler way
To tell his love, his noble love to tell,
Than in these rhymes that ring like silver bell.
Oh, he would lead an army, great and gay,
From conquering to conquer, day by day;
And when the walls of a proud citadel
At summons of his guns loud echoing fell,
That thunder to his Love should murmuring say:
Thee only do I love, dear Love of mine!
And while men cried: Behold how brave a fight!
She should read well, oh well, each new emprise
This to her lips, this to my lady's eyes!
And though the world were conquered, line on line,
Still would his love be speechless, day and night.
To tell his love, his noble love to tell,
Than in these rhymes that ring like silver bell.
Oh, he would lead an army, great and gay,
From conquering to conquer, day by day;
And when the walls of a proud citadel
At summons of his guns loud echoing fell,
That thunder to his Love should murmuring say:
Thee only do I love, dear Love of mine!
And while men cried: Behold how brave a fight!
She should read well, oh well, each new emprise
This to her lips, this to my lady's eyes!
And though the world were conquered, line on line,
Still would his love be speechless, day and night.