Every amorous  sonnet br Cheering long hours of solitude  br Having sweet memory br Of her early  romantic glory br Taking  her out of whispers br As  the desire got wings br But like eagle encumbered with his hood br A song fell from her lips br On strings of mandolin  br But not to deign her soul with song br Crying with various voices br With trails of tears br Like a river running its run br Moulding to eternity.