From thousands of features I can your face combine,
So clavering is doomed to play its sprightly rondo.
It’s a fate as if I hear your echo in reply.
It is a test you magnetize me Gioconda.
In what prophetic dream should stranger grasp your smile?
Compare with snake of death with poisoned sting?
You put the tree of life on wizard’s risky trial,
Do you permit my heart to blessing heart to cling?
As if I could embrace you as a Lifetree,
To be in favour more than should dear brothers,
But like Socrates differ from all another’s
My genius, you could not be quite free!
Gioconda
© Copyright: Аргутинский-Долгорукий А.И., 2004
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