"La Bella Donna Dela Mia Mente" - Oscar Wilde poem

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La Bella Donna Della Mia Mente

My limbs are wasted with a flame,
My feet are sore with travelling,
For, calling on my Lady's name,
My lips have now forgot to sing.

O Linnet in the wild-rose brake,
Strain for my Love thy melody,
O Lark sing louder for love's sake,
My gentle Lady passeth by.

She is too fair for any man
To see or hold his heart's delight,
Fairer than Queen or courtesan
Or moonlit water in the night.
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I found an old copy of The Works of Oscar Wilde at my local used book store, and came across this poem. (I only posted the first three stanzas) I remembered having seen these interviews from the bella donna era, where she discussed being very tired from touring - - just making a connection here