|Edward Lear||trans. Timothy Adès|
There was a Young Lady of Tyre, |
Who swept the loud chords of a lyre;
At the sound of each sweep, she enraptured the deep,
And enchanted the city of Tyre.
Phoenissa chordas raucisonas lyrae|
cum nympha magnis verreret ictibus,
immane delectabat aequor
et Tyriam recreabat urbem.
Trans. copyright: Timothy Adès