gabriel braga nunes mounted on the wind şarkı sözleri
Thus can my love excuse the slow offense
Of my dull bearer, when from thee I speed:
From where thou art, why should I haste me thence?
Till I return, of posting is no need.
O what excuse will my poor beast then find,
When swift extremity can seem but slow?
Then should I spur, though mounted on the wind;
In wingèd speed no motion shall I know:
Then can no horse with my desire keep pace;
Therefore desire, of perfect?st love being made,
Shall neigh no dull flesh in his fiery race,
But love, for love, thus shall excuse my jade: Since from thee going he went wilful slow, Towards thee I?ll run, and give him leave to go.
