Le pâle Hortensia

Myrtho, enchantress, goddess, on my mind! Lofty Posillipo, that teemed with light; Your brow, awash with eastern splendour bright, Your golden tresses with black grapes entwined! In your cup, too, I drank down ecstasy, And in your laughing eyes’ elusive flare, That saw me at Iacchus’ feet, in prayer. The Muse has made a true-born […]