Here you will find thePoemOnce we were happyof poet Torquato Tasso
Once we were happy, I Loving and beloved, You loved and loving, sweetly moved. Then you became the enemy Of love, and I to disdain Found youthful passion change. Disdain demands I speak, Disdain, that in my breast Keeps the shame of my neglected offering fresh: And from your laurel Tears the leaves, now dry, once beautiful.
