Simonetta
When la bella Simonetta was borne forth on her black bier, and loveliness still breathed from her dead face, the Love-God seized that hour, when no man dreaded him, to cast a thousand rays from her closed eyes.
He took captive a thousand souls with her form and exclaimed (exulting over Death): " She is still mine. " " She is still mine, " said Love; " Not yet, O Death, canst thou take her utterly. Even in death she is mine. " And then Love moaned, for now he sees no more days of triumph, but of tears.
He took captive a thousand souls with her form and exclaimed (exulting over Death): " She is still mine. " " She is still mine, " said Love; " Not yet, O Death, canst thou take her utterly. Even in death she is mine. " And then Love moaned, for now he sees no more days of triumph, but of tears.
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