 | The writings of James Russell Lowell |  |
MONNA LISA
She gave me all that woman can,
Nor her soul's nunnery forego,
A confidence that man to man
Without remorse can never show.
Nor her soul's nunnery forego,
A confidence that man to man
Without remorse can never show.
Rare art, that can the sense refine
Till not a pulse rebellious stirs,
And, since she never can be mine,
Makes it seem sweeter to be hers!
Till not a pulse rebellious stirs,
And, since she never can be mine,
Makes it seem sweeter to be hers!
| The writings of James Russell Lowell | |