Sans Souci
I cannot tell what this love may be That cometh to all but not to me. It cannot be kind as they'd imply, Or why do these gentle ladies sigh? It cannot be joy and rapture deep, Or why do these gentle ladies weep? It cannot be blissful, as 'tis said, Or why are their eyes so wondrous red? If love is a thorn, they show no wit Who foolishly hug and foster it. If love is a weed, how simple they Who gather and gather it, day by day! If love is a nettle that makes you smart, Why do you wear it next your heart? And if it be neither of these, say I, Why do you sit and sob and sigh?
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"I cannot tell what this love may be..."
Exploring the themes of classic, William Schwenck Gilbert delivers a powerful performance in "Sans Souci"... ### Why We Love This Line At Linespedia, we believe that poetry is the ultimate sanctuary for the soul...