Arthur William Symons (Артур Саймонс (Симонс))

Madrigal

May we not love as others do,
Dearest, because we love,
A mistress I, a husband you?
Nay, our delights must prove
Either the double or the part
Of those who love with single heart.

Sweet friend, I find not any wrong
In your divided soul;
Nor you, that mine should not belong
Entire to one control.
Let simple lovers if they will
Contemn us, we outwit them still.

For small and poor and cold indeed
Is any heart that can
Hold but the measure of the need,
The joy, of any man.
Both spare and prodigal were we,
To love but you, to love but me.

1. Serata Di Fiesta
2. Montserrat
3. The Price
4. Laus Mortis
5. Caprice

William Drummond (Уильям Драммонд) Madrigal ("TRITONS, which bounding dive")

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