Tarantella del Gargano

Where this woman stands a fountain emerges,
From whence she gushes forth a water holier,
Thus that trinkles thereunto did rouse the garden;
There it planted wondrous hectares of roses,
All that envy; all that bow before her beauty;
A splendour so adorned neither petal nor leaf may cover,
The smile that melts thy gold and smudges all precious gems, Read More