TRIOLET
TRIOLET
If Beauty were a mortal thingThat died like laughter, grief, and lust,The poet would not need to sing.If Beauty were a mortal thingIt would not wound us with its sting.We should lie happy in the dustIf Beauty were a mortal thingThat died like laughter, grief, and lust.
If Beauty were a mortal thingThat died like laughter, grief, and lust,The poet would not need to sing.If Beauty were a mortal thingIt would not wound us with its sting.We should lie happy in the dustIf Beauty were a mortal thingThat died like laughter, grief, and lust.
If Beauty were a mortal thing
That died like laughter, grief, and lust,
The poet would not need to sing.
If Beauty were a mortal thing
It would not wound us with its sting.
We should lie happy in the dust
If Beauty were a mortal thing
That died like laughter, grief, and lust.