There is a land of sweet delightsA place by love defined,Where I have wandered oft by night,Exquisite joys to find.Its gentle hills, so soft and round,Are ripe for each caress,Their swelling curves, in beauty, crownedAwait my lip’s impress.My hope is that the lightest kissReaction will inspire,And buds of red in search of blissBreak forth in shoots of fire.On hidden paths through dappled groves,Searching for beauty wild,I...
