LVII.
And this morning as I sat alone within the inner chamber With the great saloon beyond it, lost in pleasant thought serene, For I had been reading Camoens, that poem you remember, Which his lady's eyes are praised in as the sweetest ever seen.
And this morning as I sat alone within the inner chamber With the great saloon beyond it, lost in pleasant thought serene, For I had been reading Camoens, that poem you remember, Which his lady's eyes are praised in as the sweetest ever seen.