Poems by Louise Labe
I
... Nor can I turn my gaze, Love, from your handsome eyes, ...
While Yet These Tears
... Come, Death, and cast thy shadows o'er my fate! ...
Long-Felt Desires
... with pity: these are the first passions I've had ...
I Flee The City, Temples, And Each Place
... Games, masques, tournaments bore me and I sigh ...
I Live, I Die, I Burn, I Drown
... My happiness wanes and yet it lasts unchanged ...
