sonnet xvi - Популярные cтихи, рассказы и фанфики

We never joy enjoy to that full
Regret doth wish joy had enjoyèd been,
Nor have the strength regret to
Recalling not past joy's thought, but its mien

Who shall invoke her, who shall be her priest,
With single rites the common debt to pay
On some green headland fronting to the
Our fairest boy shall kneel at break of day