Айзек Розенберг (Isaac Rosenberg)

A Mood

You are so light and gay,
So slight, sweet maid-
Your limbs like leaves in play,
Or beams that grasses braid:
O! Joys whose jewels pray
My breast to be inlaid.

Frail fairy of the streets;
Strong, dainty lure;
For all men's eyes the sweets
Whose lack makes hearts so poor;
While your heart loveless beats.
Light, laughing, and impure.

O! Fragrant waft of flesh,
Float through me so-
My limbs are in your mesh,
My blood forgets to flow;
Ah! Lilied meadows fresh,
It knows where it would go. 

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