I know, I know, I know
I'll never be in thy arms
And taut will never be my shrunken brow
Never I'll get from thee the alms.
I know, I know, I know
A draught of love is too worthy to be mine
As thou thinkest me mean and low
O! I'll seek myself in nectarine wine.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A beautiful poem with such good meanings.