I walk in the sunshine  with my head in the clouds  my feet are sore from traveling  her sweet lips were more made to kiss  than to cry from pain  or roses after an evening's rain    a shadow is drawn across the plain  salient winds blows over me  her hair is bound with myrtle leaves  green grasses through her yellow sheaves    she is too fair for any man to see  or hold his heart's delight  Fairer than the queen or courtesan  moonlit waters in the night  she passes by me    her face is as the fading stain  where the peach reddens to the south    where is my true lover gone?  as I listen to the linnet's song  O where O where can she be  lamenting ocean wash over me    (La Bella was inspired by the Oscar Wilde Poem "La Bella Donna Della Mia Mente")