OFF CAPRI
BY SARA TEASDALE
WHEN beauty grows too great to bear,How shall I ease me of its ache?For beauty, more than bitterness,Makes the heart break.O sunlight on the dreaming sea,With isles like flowers against her breast!Is there a voice in all the worldTo give me rest?
WHEN beauty grows too great to bear,How shall I ease me of its ache?For beauty, more than bitterness,Makes the heart break.O sunlight on the dreaming sea,With isles like flowers against her breast!Is there a voice in all the worldTo give me rest?
WHEN beauty grows too great to bear,How shall I ease me of its ache?For beauty, more than bitterness,Makes the heart break.
WHEN beauty grows too great to bear,
How shall I ease me of its ache?
For beauty, more than bitterness,
Makes the heart break.
O sunlight on the dreaming sea,With isles like flowers against her breast!Is there a voice in all the worldTo give me rest?
O sunlight on the dreaming sea,
With isles like flowers against her breast!
Is there a voice in all the world
To give me rest?