by Anonymous / Unidentified Author

Language: English 
Not only in my lady's eyes
Do I her beauty find,
All the lore that poets prize
Is garnered in her mind.

She is the soul of all I sing,
For, though to me belong
The pipe, the shell, the string,
She is the soul of all I sing
And she herself is the song.

There is no wisdom in my word,
No music in my lay,
Save what I've sweetly heard
My lady sing or say.


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This text was added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
Line count: 13
Word count: 77