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Author: Oscar Wilde  | Date: 1881

LA BELLA DONNA DEL MIA MENTE

My limbs are wasted with a flame,

My feet are sore with travelling,

For calling on my Lady’s name

My lips have now forgot to sing.

O Linnet in the wild-rose brake

Strain for my Love thy melody,

O Lark sing louder for love’s sake

My gentle Lady passeth by.

She is too fair for any man

To see or hold his heart’s delight,

Fairer than Queen or courtezan

Or moon-lit water in the night.

Her hair is bound with myrtle leaves,

(Green leaves upon her golden hair!)

Green grasses through the yellow sheaves

Of autumn corn are not more fair.

Her little lips, more made to kiss

Than to cry bitterly for pain,

Are tremulous as brook-water is,

Or roses after evening rain.

Her neck is like white melilote

Flushing for pleasure of the sun,

The throbbing of the linnet’s throat

Is not so sweet to look upon.

As a pomegranate, cut in twain,

White-seeded, is her crimson mouth,

Her cheeks are as the fading stain

Where the peach reddens to the south.

O twining hands! O delicate

White body made for love and pain!

O House of Love! O desolate

Pale flower beaten by the rain!

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Chicago: Oscar Wilde, "La Bella Donna Del MIA Mente," Wind Flowers Original Sources, accessed August 14, 2022, http://www.originalsources.com/Document.aspx?DocID=3V31DL9AC8KV8H9.

MLA: Wilde, Oscar. "La Bella Donna Del MIA Mente." Wind Flowers, Original Sources. 14 Aug. 2022. http://www.originalsources.com/Document.aspx?DocID=3V31DL9AC8KV8H9.

Harvard: Wilde, O, 'La Bella Donna Del MIA Mente' in Wind Flowers. Original Sources, retrieved 14 August 2022, from http://www.originalsources.com/Document.aspx?DocID=3V31DL9AC8KV8H9.