ANNE
Belovèd—Oadorable andfalse—Whom have you taken now in the dear toils?By what pale margins do your footsteps stray,Or what enchanted wood? What valleys holdThe lily of your loveliness? What hillsHave known your weight upon them, what far shores?Twilight comes tenderly, while evening liftsAlong the pallid rim her lonelystar—O happy heart on which your heart is laid!
Belovèd—Oadorable andfalse—Whom have you taken now in the dear toils?By what pale margins do your footsteps stray,Or what enchanted wood? What valleys holdThe lily of your loveliness? What hillsHave known your weight upon them, what far shores?Twilight comes tenderly, while evening liftsAlong the pallid rim her lonelystar—O happy heart on which your heart is laid!
Belovèd—Oadorable andfalse—Whom have you taken now in the dear toils?
Belovèd—Oadorable andfalse—
Whom have you taken now in the dear toils?
By what pale margins do your footsteps stray,Or what enchanted wood? What valleys holdThe lily of your loveliness? What hillsHave known your weight upon them, what far shores?
By what pale margins do your footsteps stray,
Or what enchanted wood? What valleys hold
The lily of your loveliness? What hills
Have known your weight upon them, what far shores?
Twilight comes tenderly, while evening liftsAlong the pallid rim her lonelystar—
Twilight comes tenderly, while evening lifts
Along the pallid rim her lonelystar—
O happy heart on which your heart is laid!
O happy heart on which your heart is laid!