XXV
A heavy heart, Beloved, have I borne
From year to year until I saw thy face,
And sorrow after sorrow took the place
Of all those natural joys as lightly worn
As the pearls, each lifted in its turn
By a beating heart at dance-time.
A heavy heart, Beloved, have I borne
From year to year until I saw thy face,
And sorrow after sorrow took the place
Of all those natural joys as lightly worn
As the pearls, each lifted in its turn
By a beating heart at dance-time.
Sonnets from the Portugese
