LOVE.
Reading edition
Some natures, like trees of the torrid zone,
Yield fruit but once, and prematurely die;
No second love such hearts are form’d to own,
They palpitate but once with passion’s sigh.
Reading edition
Some natures, like trees of the torrid zone,
Yield fruit but once, and prematurely die;
No second love such hearts are form’d to own,
They palpitate but once with passion’s sigh.