The Unloved to His Beloved
Could I pluck down Aldebaran
And have the Pleiades in your hair
I could not add more burning to your beauty
Or lend a starrier coldness to your air.
If I were cleaving terrible waters
With death ahead on the visible sands
I could not turn and stretch my hands more wildly,
More vainly turn and stretch to you my hands.
And have the Pleiades in your hair
I could not add more burning to your beauty
Or lend a starrier coldness to your air.
If I were cleaving terrible waters
With death ahead on the visible sands
I could not turn and stretch my hands more wildly,
More vainly turn and stretch to you my hands.
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