Classic Poem

Ode 1.22

BEGIN A BALLAD ON IT

The wind is weary, the world is wan;
?(Oh, lone, lank lilies and long, lean loves)
My shield is shed, my armor is gone,
And Virtue is all I depend upon.
( My lily ,
?My lissome lily, my languid love.)
Full thirteen days have I walked with woe,
?(Oh dear, dead days and divine desires)
And wolves may follow where'er I go,
But nothing shall stop my song's sweet flow.
( My lily ,
?My love, my delirious, dark desire.)
The night is old and threadbare and thin,
?(Oh limpid lily, oh labial love)
And at this point I shall straightway begin
Repeating the Ballad ad lib., ad infin . . . .
( My lily ,
?My lilting, loquacious, repetitive love.)Englishlove poemlove poemslove poems for herlove poetrypoems about loveromantic poems