doffeth

Updated: May 25, 2025

Young Lisaro, as on they go, his bonnet doffeth he, Between its folds a sprig it holds of a dark and glossy tree; That sprig of bay, were it away, right heavy heart had he Fair Zayda to her Zegri gave that token privily. And ever as they rode, he looked upon his lady's boon.

Anonymous - Moorish Literature