Here you will find the Poem Valse Jeune of poet Louise Imogen Guiney
ARE favoring ladies above thee? Are there dowries and lands? Do they say Seven others are fair? But I love thee: Aultre n?auray! All the sea is a lawn in our country; All the morrow, our star of delay. I am King: let me live on thy bounty! Aulture n?auray! To the fingers so light and so rosy That have pinioned my heart,(welladay!) Be a kiss, be a ring with this posy: Aultre n?auray!
