Orval, or The Fool of Time And Other Imitations and Paraphrases. By Robert Lytton |
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“Voici le bois que ma saincte Angelette.”
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Orval, or The Fool of Time | ||
“Voici le bois que ma saincte Angelette.”
Here is the wood that freshen'd to her song:
See here the flowers that keep her footprints yet:
Where, all alone, my saintly Angelette
Went wandering with her maiden thoughts along:
See here the flowers that keep her footprints yet:
Where, all alone, my saintly Angelette
Went wandering with her maiden thoughts along:
Here is the little rivulet where she stopp'd:
And here the greenness of the grass shows where
She linger'd through it, searching here and there
Those daisies dear which in her breast she dropp'd:
And here the greenness of the grass shows where
She linger'd through it, searching here and there
Those daisies dear which in her breast she dropp'd:
Here did she sing: and here she wept: and here
Her smile came back: and there I seem to hear
Those faint half-words wherewith my heart is rife:
There did she sit: there childlike did she dance
To some vague impulse of her own romance.
Ah, Love on all these thoughts unwinds my life!
Her smile came back: and there I seem to hear
Those faint half-words wherewith my heart is rife:
There did she sit: there childlike did she dance
To some vague impulse of her own romance.
Ah, Love on all these thoughts unwinds my life!
Orval, or The Fool of Time | ||