Roberto Ottoboni Poems

Thou art the Princess of my Heart
With thy beauty so divine.
The loveliest of ladies, thou truly art
O how I wish, you could be mine!
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She liveth in a tree, this beautiful mysterious sprite,
With golden hair that waveth like autumn leaves
And soulful eyes like elderberries bright.
She is the loveliest thing of everything that breathes
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O maiden, scornest me not!
I know thou dost love me in thy soul
Tho the World hath a sinister plot
To make me believe thy heart is cold.
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Dost thou think that I am strange
And frightening, like a monster from the deep
That disturbeth thee in thy sleep
And looketh like a dog with mange?
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O Lady, hear my wofull plea,
And have some mercy upon me.
For tho' I be a wretched man
And be worthy of thee, I never can,
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O! Fata Morgana, my Morgan La Fay!
Whenst thou found me, twas a doleful day,
Twas a day of woe and dark despair,
But alas! I knew not, whenst thou found me there!
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