LOVE WITHOUT HOPE.
I cannot cease to love thee,
Coldest fair!
Though pleading cannot move thee,
And I despair.
Thy beauty was diviner,
Than the summer moon,
And thou didst outshine her,
I cannot cease to love thee,
Coldest fair!
Though pleading cannot move thee,
And I despair.
Thy beauty was diviner,
Than the summer moon,
And thou didst outshine her,