Madrigal
Like the Idalian queen, Her hair about her eyne, With neck and breasts ripe apples to be seen, At first glance of the morn In Cyprus gardens gathering those fair flowrs Which of her blood were born, I saw, but fainting saw, my paramours. The Graces naked danced about the place, The winds and trees amazed With silence on her gazed, The flowers did smile, like those upon her face; And as their aspen stalks those fingers band, That she might read my case, A hyacinth I wishd me in her hand.
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"Like the Idalian queen,..."
This evocative piece by William Henry Drummond, titled "Madrigal", represents a masterful exploration of classic. The lines capture a profound emotional resonance... ### Why We Love This Line At Linespedia, we believe that poetry is the ultimate sanctuary for the soul...