上海龙凤shlf最新地址Poem: Silentium Amoris

上海龙凤shlf最新地址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,

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,

And with its too harsh kisses break the reed

Which was its only instrument of song,

上海龙凤shlf最新地址So my too stormy passions work me wrong,

And for excess of Love my Love is dumb.

But surely unto Thee mine eyes did show

上海龙凤shlf最新地址Why I am silent, and my lute unstrung;

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

Of unkissed kisses, and songs never sung.