Sonnet XIV Those Amber Locks
Those amber locks are those same nets, my dear,
Wherewith my liberty thou didst surprise;
Love was the flame that fired me so near;
The dart transpiercing were those crystal eyes
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Those amber locks are those same nets, my dear,
Wherewith my liberty thou didst surprise;
Love was the flame that fired me so near;
The dart transpiercing were those crystal eyes
Когда запретным счастьем грешу, не каясь,
Когда не спится, и холодно по утрам,
Сквозь щель миров, в которых таится Хаос,
Вползает самая пошлая из мелодрам.