TESTO DEL LIED

"Since one poor view has drawn my heart"
di anonimo

Since one poor view has drawn my heart
Into the charming snare,
From my confinements I'll ne'er part,
But still your fetters wear.
What more, Amintor, can you do?
Now you the conquest have,
'Tis cruelty thus to pursue
A wounded, yielding slave.