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Sonnet von Henry King  von ucon aus der Kategorie Gedicht - Gefühle, Liebe |
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TELL me no more how fair she is, I have no mind to hear The story of that distant bliss I never shall come near: By sad experience I have found That her perfection is my wound. And tell me not how fond I am To tempt a daring Fate, From whence no triumph ever came, But to repent too late: There is some hope ere long I may In silence dote my self away. I ask no pity (Love) from thee, Nor will thy justice blame, So that thou wilt not envy me The glory of my flame: Which crowns my heart when ere it dies, In that it falls her sacrifice. | ||||||||||
