Sublimity Stories

  O beautiful Laetitia, Your form by Nature made, Lovelier than the flowers That grace a summer glade, What sweet and tender torture It is to see your eyes, Though only in an image; My heart they crystallize And shatter it as surely As steel must vanquish glass. O merciless Laetitia, My torments never pass! Mellifluous as music, Your name is joy enshrined; A richly perfumed blossom Around my soul entwined. How wonderful,...