English poem
Love’s Difficulties
by John Bowring (1792–1872)
I LOVED her from her infancy, Lado! Lado! From childhood to maturity, Lado! Lado! And when I claim’d the smiling maid, Lado! Lado! “Ye are of kindred blood!” they said, Lado! Lado! “Brother and sister’s children ye, Lado! Lado! It were a sin to steal a kiss,” Lado! Lado! Oh what a sacrifice is this! Lado! Lado! I’ll steal a kiss though I be riven, Lado! Lado! From every, every hope of heaven, Lado! Lado! For what would heaven become to me, Lado! Lado! When the long nights of autumn flee, Lado! Lado!