BESIDE a fountain in a little grove <br />That fresh green fronds and pretty flowers did grace, <br />Three maidens sat and talked methinks of love. <br />Mid golden locks, o'ershadowing each sweet face, <br />For coolness was entwined a leaf-green spray, <br />And all the while a gentle zephyr played <br />Through green and golden in a tender way, <br />Weaving a web of sunshine and of shade. <br /> After a while, unto the other two <br />One spoke, and I could hear her words: "Think you <br />That if our lovers were to happen by <br />We would all run away for very fright?" <br />The others answered her: "From such delight <br />She were a little fool who'd wish to fly!"<br /><br />Giovanni Boccaccio<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonetto/
