The Timid Lover
2001; University of Iowa; Volume: 2001; Issue: 20 Linguagem: Inglês
10.17077/2168-569x.1360
ISSN2168-5738
Autores Tópico(s)Music History and Culture
ResumoWinter blows a blackest night Upon the streets and unlit homes, But she and I inside the light Enjoy such warmth (the cold unknown). The people chat and laugh and eatThe glasses clink and wine is sipped My heart assumes a quicker beat And leaves me of my senses stripped.The chimney puffs a wisp of smoke It rises up to touch the sky; Inside, my eloquence is choked By her piercing, burning eye.And in my heart there is a heat, O f which the wine is not the source, This warmth-with which I am replete-Is bom in her, my Muse, of course.And when it's time to rise and go, She rises too and leaves with me, Back among the cold and snow, I'm still as warm as I could be.
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