Le Châtelain de Coucy

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The First Approach Of The Sweet Spring - Poem by Le Châtelain de Coucy

The first approach of the sweet spring
Returning here once more,--
The memory of the love that holds
In my fond heart such power,--
The thrush again his song assaying,--
The little rills o'er pebbles playing,
And sparkling as they fall,--
The memory recall
Of her on whom my heart's desire
Is, shall be, fixed till I expire.

With every season fresh and new
That love is more inspiring:
Her eyes, her face, all bright with joy,--
Her coming, her retiring,
Her faithful words, her winning ways,--
That sweet look, kindling up the blaze,
Of love, so gently still,
To wound, but not to kill,--
So that when most I weep and sigh,
So much the higher springs my joy.

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  • Rookie Anthony Charles King (4/4/2006 1:30:00 AM)

    feels liken to syrup being poured upon oneself by a buxxom farm maiden! masturbatory trite! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 1, 2004

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