Since from my heart`s deep roots have sprung these lays, A heart not to be silenced any more; Now I am like to Tasso who of yore Would sing his Leonora`s fame and praise. He could not plead his love whose tortouous maze Bemused his years of youth, and fiercely tore His life beyond all hope; and yet he bore The burden he revealed in secret phrase. My passion is aflame, although I find Your glance gives me no hope when you are near; Lest I offend, my lips are sealed by fear. My poor heart`s fate, so bitter and unkind, My secret burden - all this they make dear, These tear-stained flowers of a poet`s mind,SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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