I. <br />Madonna, wherefore hast thou sent to me <br />Sweet-basil and mignonette? <br />Embleming love and health, which never yet <br />In the same wreath might be. <br />Alas, and they are wet! <br />Is it with thy kisses or thy tears? <br />For never rain or dew <br />Such fragrance drew <br />From plant or flower—the very doubt endears <br />My sadness ever new, <br />The sighs I breathe, the tears I shed for thee. <br /> <br />II. <br />Send the stars light, but send not love to me, <br />In whom love ever made <br />Health like a heap of embers soon to fade--<br /><br />Percy Bysshe Shelley<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-emilia-viviani/
