remindful of the gentle charms
In the room the women come and go
When you drink your wine, in autumn.
This is the shell's iridescence
Which, he once heard, was proper to grow wise in,
Never in an evil heart
With a thing thus tall, sky bless you all,
I could not love it enough.
Shall I part my hair behind? Do I dare to eat a peach?
To Pavia come, will you
remindful of the gentle charms
In the room the women come and go
When you drink your wine, in autumn.
This is the shell's iridescence
Which, he once heard, was proper to grow wise in,
Never in an evil heart
With a thing thus tall, sky bless you all,
I could not love it enough.
Shall I part my hair behind? Do I dare to eat a peach?
To Pavia come, will you