THEY’VE TORTURED ME AND LEFT ME
They’ve Tortured Me and Left Me
In miserable state,
Some of them with their loving,
The others with their hate.
The wine I drank they poisoned,
Poisoned the bread I ate
Some of them with their loving,
The others with their hate.
But she who more than any.
Tortured me, gave me gall,
She never even hated,
Nor ever loved at all
THE FERVENT FLAME OF SUMMER
The fervent flame of summer,
Lies in your lovely cheek;
But in our heart the winter
Lies cold and old and bleak;
All this will change, my precious,
And sooner than you seek:
The summer in your heart dear
The winter in you cheek.
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