A MÉSALLIANCE
I hear sweet music, rich gowns I wear,I live in splendour and state;But I'd give it all to be young once more,And steal through the old low-lintelled door,To watch at the orchard gate.
There are flowers by thousands these ball-rooms bear,Fair blossoms, wondrous and new;But all the flowers that a hot-house growsI would give for the scent of a certain roseThat a cottage garden grew!
Oh, diamonds that sparkle on bosom and hair,Oh, rubies that glimmer and glow —I am tired of my bargain and tired of you!I would give you all for a daisy or twoFrom a little grave I know.
Страницаиз50
СкороКнижный режим