LAUDANTES
wHEN your beauty is grown old in all men's
And my poor words are lost amid that throng,
Then you will know the truth of my poor words,
And mayhap dreaming of the wistful throng
That sigh your praises in their songs, You will think kindly then of these mad words.
wHEN your beauty is grown old in all men's
And my poor words are lost amid that throng,
Then you will know the truth of my poor words,
And mayhap dreaming of the wistful throng
That sigh your praises in their songs, You will think kindly then of these mad words.
Ezra-Pound-Provenca-English
