MY LADY
The joy of pleasant placesWhere Saturn still doth reignIs in her gentle face’sCalm ignorance of pain.The bliss of ages goldenIn her slim hand is holden,By old gods she was moldenBefore the world knew stain.Her body is an altarWherein is Love enshrined.Before her worldlings falterAnd cruel eyes grow kind.Her breath is breath of rosesFrom mystic garden-closes,The troubled it composesLike nectar-laden wine.
The joy of pleasant placesWhere Saturn still doth reignIs in her gentle face’sCalm ignorance of pain.The bliss of ages goldenIn her slim hand is holden,By old gods she was moldenBefore the world knew stain.Her body is an altarWherein is Love enshrined.Before her worldlings falterAnd cruel eyes grow kind.Her breath is breath of rosesFrom mystic garden-closes,The troubled it composesLike nectar-laden wine.
The joy of pleasant placesWhere Saturn still doth reignIs in her gentle face’sCalm ignorance of pain.The bliss of ages goldenIn her slim hand is holden,By old gods she was moldenBefore the world knew stain.
The joy of pleasant places
Where Saturn still doth reign
Is in her gentle face’s
Calm ignorance of pain.
The bliss of ages golden
In her slim hand is holden,
By old gods she was molden
Before the world knew stain.
Her body is an altarWherein is Love enshrined.Before her worldlings falterAnd cruel eyes grow kind.Her breath is breath of rosesFrom mystic garden-closes,The troubled it composesLike nectar-laden wine.
Her body is an altar
Wherein is Love enshrined.
Before her worldlings falter
And cruel eyes grow kind.
Her breath is breath of roses
From mystic garden-closes,
The troubled it composes
Like nectar-laden wine.