Há um poema anónimo citado por um escritor cuja identidade é desconhecida, que deixo aqui, mais ou menos a propósito:«Down a winding pathway, in a garden oldTripped a beauteous maiden, but her heart was cold.Came a prince to woo her, said he loved her true,Maiden said he didn't, so he ceased to woo.Came a perfumed noble, dropping on one knee,Said his love was deeper than the deepest sea.But the whimsied maiden, said his love was dead,And the perfumed noble accepted what she said.Came a dashing stranger, took her off by force,Said he'd make her love him, and she did, of course.»
Há um poema anónimo citado por um escritor cuja identidade é desconhecida, que deixo aqui, mais ou menos a propósito:
ResponderEliminar«Down a winding pathway, in a garden old
Tripped a beauteous maiden, but her heart was cold.
Came a prince to woo her, said he loved her true,
Maiden said he didn't, so he ceased to woo.
Came a perfumed noble, dropping on one knee,
Said his love was deeper than the deepest sea.
But the whimsied maiden, said his love was dead,
And the perfumed noble accepted what she said.
Came a dashing stranger, took her off by force,
Said he'd make her love him, and she did, of course.»