 | Tiresias |  |
“As both, O Darling, in the days agone,
Were pleased and fluttered, when, becoming one,
The sun for us threw wonder in the leaves;
And winds blew sweeter thro' the swifter day.
My heart then filled with love, on summer eves,
Thy charms in music running thro' my lay,
Feeling far lovelier things than I could say,
I sang no rising sun could ever see
In tangled greenwood or on noblest tree
A bird so beautiful to rival thee!’”
Were pleased and fluttered, when, becoming one,
The sun for us threw wonder in the leaves;
And winds blew sweeter thro' the swifter day.
My heart then filled with love, on summer eves,
Thy charms in music running thro' my lay,
Feeling far lovelier things than I could say,
I sang no rising sun could ever see
In tangled greenwood or on noblest tree
A bird so beautiful to rival thee!’”
| Tiresias | |