Poem: Canzonet

上海龙凤shlf最新地址I have no store

Of gryphon-guarded gold;

上海龙凤shlf最新地址Now, as before,

Bare is the shepherd's fold.

上海龙凤shlf最新地址Rubies nor pearls

Have I to gem thy throat;

Yet woodland girls

上海龙凤shlf最新地址Have loved the shepherd's note.

Then pluck a reed

上海龙凤shlf最新地址And bid me sing to thee,

For I would feed

Thine ears with melody,

Who art more fair

Than fairest fleur-de-lys,

More sweet and rare

Than sweetest ambergris.

What dost thou fear?

Young Hyacinth is slain,

Pan is not here,

And will not come again.

No horned Faun

Treads down the yellow leas,

No God at dawn

上海龙凤shlf最新地址Steals through the olive trees.

Hylas is dead,

Nor will he e'er divine

Those little red

上海龙凤shlf最新地址Rose-petalled lips of thine.

On the high hill

No ivory dryads play,

Silver and still

Sinks the sad autumn day.