 | Ailes d'Alouette |  |
27
NON IMMORTALIS AMOR
To-day
within my heart
A green grave opened, and dead Love arose;
We wandered as of old in woods apart,
As fair as those.
A green grave opened, and dead Love arose;
We wandered as of old in woods apart,
As fair as those.
But of that joy I drew
No draught not bittered with this misery,
That having found him mortal once, I knew
That Love can die.
No draught not bittered with this misery,
That having found him mortal once, I knew
That Love can die.
| Ailes d'Alouette | |