She pined and pined away;
Be careful with that match!
Such fruits as these
One warbling for the mere bright day's delight,
Thy hapless lover's dying thought
Tomorrow night I will
CANTO SECOND - THE ISLAND (Part II)
She dwindled, as the fair full moon doth turn
And all it promised me, Mary.
You cannot think what figs
She pined and pined away;
Be careful with that match!
Such fruits as these
One warbling for the mere bright day's delight,
Thy hapless lover's dying thought
Tomorrow night I will
CANTO SECOND - THE ISLAND (Part II)
She dwindled, as the fair full moon doth turn
And all it promised me, Mary.
You cannot think what figs