Les Odes: A Sa Maistresse
Sweetheart, let's see if the rose
That in morning light disclosed
Her dress to the Sun,
This evening has lost once more
The folds of her crimson tussore,
And her, as your, complexion.
Sweetheart, let's see if the rose
That in morning light disclosed
Her dress to the Sun,
This evening has lost once more
The folds of her crimson tussore,
And her, as your, complexion.
Ronsard
