Sol 5.6

  1. So I behold, beneath the hem of darkness,

    the anemones of a cheek watered with wine.

  2. When the glances of his two eyes wheel and charge,

    you would think our hearts had been showered with arrows.

  3. And if wine sets his body swaying,

    he gives us a draught of sickness from his charms.

Sol 5.6