Love is a pearl of purest hue,
But stormy waves are round it;
And dearly may a woman rue,
The hour that she found it.


The Improvisatrice (1824)


Love is a pearl of purest hue, But stormy waves are round it; And dearly may a woman rue, The hour that she found it.

Love is a pearl of purest hue, But stormy waves are round it; And dearly may a woman rue, The hour that she found it.

Love is a pearl of purest hue, But stormy waves are round it; And dearly may a woman rue, The hour that she found it.

Love is a pearl of purest hue, But stormy waves are round it; And dearly may a woman rue, The hour that she found it.