🕦 by 真人头像 真实 at 2023-03-29
SING no more in mournful tones
Do I press thee to my heart?In the night of distance far,
Dost not thou, like me, feel passion's flame?"
The moment's favour did a god assign,And each one feels himself when by thy side,
ALEXIS AND DORA.
SONG OF THE IMPRISONED COUNT.
But unto us heHath his most versatile,Most cherished daughterGranted,--what joy!
Speechless His love.Who to Earth's prison
Men I summon'd with respect,
Back to the air, free thoughts, and sunlight clear.What greater gain in life can man e'er know