File: William Shakespeare
Cumadóir: Joseph Haydn |
She never told her love,
But let concealment, like a worm in the bud, Feed on her damask cheek...; She sat, like Patience on a monument, Smiling at grief. |
Níor nocht sí riamh a gráNíor nocht sí riamh a grá,Ach lig don rúndacht, ina péist sa bhachlóg, Bheith ar a grua mhín … Do shuigh, b’í Foighn’ í ar leac phoiblí Is gháir faoin bpian. |