An Ode
Of the one who fills my heart with utmost joy
what shall I to this ignorant world reveal?
Shall I but every myth obscure of him destroy
and thus bereave his essence of what makes him real?
Shall I sensations that my heartbeat race disclaim?
No! I shall tell this world that I adore his every fault,
that every feature, his countenance dark increase the flame,
that I shall do nothing else but our love perpetual exalt!
Slovarček:
bereave = oropati
disclaim = zanikati
countenance = obraz
perpetual = večen
exalt = poviševati, poveličevati
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