quinta-feira, 31 de maio de 2007

The Pearl

Canto I

Pearl, pleasant to a prince's pleasure,

To cleanly enclose in gold so clear,

Out of the Orient, I boldly say,

None ever proved her precious peer.

So round, so right in each array,

So small, so smooth her sleek sides were;

Whenever I judged gems so gay

I set her singly in singularity.

Alas! I lost her in an herb garden--

Through grass to ground it from me got!

I dwindled, done in by love-distress

For that prize pearl without a spot.

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