Sonnets From The Portuguese XL
Oh, yes! they love through all this world of ours! I will not gainsay love, called love forsooth: I have heard love talked in my early youth, And since, not so long back but that the flowers Then gathered, smell still. Mussulmans and Giaours Throw kerchiefs at a smile, and have no ruth For any weeping. Polyphemes white tooth Slips on the nut if, after frequent showers, The shell is over-smooth, and not so much Will turn the thing called love, aside to hate Or else to oblivion. But thou art not such A lover, my Belovd! thou canst wait Through sorrow and sickness, to bring souls to touch, And think it soon when others cry Too late.
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