上海龙凤shlf最新地址Poem: Silentium Amoris

As often-times the too resplendent sun

Hurries the pallid and reluctant moon

Back to her sombre cave, ere she hath won

A single ballad from the nightingale,

上海龙凤shlf最新地址So doth thy Beauty make my lips to fail,

上海龙凤shlf最新地址And all my sweetest singing out of tune.

And as at dawn across the level mead

上海龙凤shlf最新地址On wings impetuous some wind will come,

上海龙凤shlf最新地址And with its too harsh kisses break the reed

上海龙凤shlf最新地址Which was its only instrument of song,

So my too stormy passions work me wrong,

上海龙凤shlf最新地址And for excess of Love my Love is dumb.

But surely unto Thee mine eyes did show

Why I am silent, and my lute unstrung;

上海龙凤shlf最新地址Else it were better we should part, and go,

Thou to some lips of sweeter melody,

上海龙凤shlf最新地址And I to nurse the barren memory

上海龙凤shlf最新地址Of unkissed kisses, and songs never sung.