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William Schwenck Gilbert (Уильям Швенк Гильберт)


My Lady


Bedecked in fashion trim,
With every curl a-quiver;
Or leaping, light of limb,
O'er rivulet and river;
Or skipping o'er the lea
On daffodil and daisy;
Or stretched beneath a tree,
All languishing and lazy;
Whatever be her mood -
Be she demurely prude
Or languishingly lazy -
My lady drives me crazy!
In vain her heart is wooed,
Whatever be her mood!

What profit should I gain
Suppose she loved me dearly?
Her coldness turns my brain
To VERGE of madness merely.
Her kiss - though, Heaven knows,
To dream of it were treason -
Would tend, as I suppose,
To utter loss of reason!
My state is not amiss;
I would not have a kiss
Which, in or out of season,
Might tend to loss of reason:
What profit in such bliss?
A fig for such a kiss! 



William Schwenck Gilbert's other poems:
  1. Songs of a Savoyard. The Heavy Dragoon
  2. Songs of a Savoyard. Proper Pride
  3. Songs of a Savoyard. The Policeman’s Lot
  4. The Bab Ballads. The Three Kings of Chickeraboo
  5. The Bab Ballads. John and Freddy


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