I meet upon one occasion a lady fair,
With eyes blue and golden hair.
She held all the airs of grace,
In virtue lacking none,
And when she smiled,
'Twas radiant as the sun.
Says I "My lady fair"'
On one knee head bowed.
"I'll not look into your eyes,
For tho' I drink an ocean dry,
It'll not quench thirst of want
Of those limpid pools clear."
"Speak not melodious chimes your name,
For tho' I speak it a thousand times,
One would be the same."
In turning my heart was fell.
Now the night dream gone,
And song of nightingale.
Never have I again seen this lady fair,
With eyes of blue and golden hair.
Sep 19, 2015
Sep 19, 2015 at 12:43 PM UTC
I meet upon one occasion a lady fair,
With eyes blue and golden hair.
She held all the airs of grace,
In virtue lacking none,
And when she smiled,
'Twas radiant as the sun.
Says I "My lady fair"'
On one knee head bowed.
"I'll not look into your eyes,
For tho' I drink an ocean dry,
It'll not quench thirst of want
Of those limpid pools clear."
"Speak not melodious chimes your name,
For tho' I speak it a thousand times,
One would be the same."
In turning my heart was fell.
Now the night dream gone,
And song of nightingale.
Never have I again seen this lady fair,
With eyes of blue and golden hair.
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