Arrived from distant Roman shore
Like goddess stepped from ancient lore;
Though cometh now, in radiant manner
To enlighten this, our shrouded realm,
A ray of light in des’late moor.
Enraptured is my spirit full,
My senses by thy beauty dulled;
If ever scullion has princess loved,
Or Capulet to Montague sworn –
Then so is my heart to thine pulled.
A single word poured from lips thine
Would satisfy to end of time;
Yet at once create a hunger fierce
In me to feast upon a thousand more.
But silence is crueler to this heart mine.
Grant only this, I beg of thee –
But an hour of bliss so heav’nly,
Of only you, and only me.
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