I stood where Love in brimming armfuls bore
Slight wanton flowers and foolish toys of fruit:
And round him ladies thronged in warm pursuit,
Fingered and lipped and proffered the strange store.
And from one hand the petal and the core
Savoured of sleep; and...
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Graunvoll saust durch den gellenden Forst hintobend der Sturmwind, |
23 Como el toro he nacido para el luto Como el toro la encuentra diminuto |
Conservez précieusement |