Oh, sunny Love!
  Crowned with fresh flowering May,
  Breath like the Indian clove,
  Eyes like the dawn of day;
  Oh, sunny Love!
  Oh, fatal Love!
  Thy wreath is nightshade all,
  With gloomy cypress wove,
  Thy kiss is bitter gall,
  Oh, fatal Love!
Lines For Music (II)
written byFrances Anne Kemble
© Frances Anne Kemble


 



