by A. Salvini
Translation by T. R. Sullivan

The lily
Language: English  after the Italian (Italiano) 
Far up the steep, a lily grows
Pale as thy spotless beauty shows
To pluck it from its rampart gray
Were but to fling my life away.

Yet would I in that peril prove
Not all unworthy of thy love
I ask no more, but from on high
To win and wear thee and to die.

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This text was added to the website: 2003-11-12
Line count: 8
Word count: 56