Poem to a Brunette Nymph
At last, the garden greenwood delights my soul, A merry nymph has come to make me whole. She dances to delight my eyes, and never speaks flattering lies. The trees know no prettier sight, Her majesty shines most at midnight. I long to hear her sing a new song, For her, I dream all day long. For as gorgeous as her chestnut curls, Her voice is as rare as green pearls. Once, in Athens, I sat under a holm oak, And of her lips, I wished mine to soak. My nymph then approached me and said, '''Admirer that you be, you have much to read. It is written that love is not easily won.' End now what you have begun.'' ''I, however, wished to romance her, and gazed upon her as I answered, ''You are a brunette beauty who wounds me, and delights my soul with eternal felicity. I cannot tell you of what battles I will win, Nor of the places that I have been. Know, though, that you ar...
