Oh, sunny Love!
Crowned with fresh flowering May,
Breath like the Indian clove,
Eyes like the dawn of day;
Oh, sunny Love!
Oh, fatal Love!
Thy wreath is nightshade all,
With gloomy cypress wove,
Thy kiss is bitter gall,
Oh, fatal Love!
More verses by Frances Anne Kemble
- Lines For Music (Iii)
- Lines On A Sleeping Child
- Lines Written By The Seaside (I)
- Lines Written By The Seaside (Ii)
- Lines Written In London