Poems (Kemble)/Lines for Music (Oh, sunny Love)

by Frances Anne Kemble

LINES FOR MUSIC.

     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 robe wreath is nightshade all,
 With gloomy cypress wove,
Thy kiss is bitter gall,
     Oh, fatal Love!