English poem
X
You are dying, O great-hearted lord, You are dying for me, she cried; O take my hand, O take my kiss, And take of your right for love like this, The vow that plights me bride.
Versos English George Meredith X
Versos English George Meredith X
English poem
You are dying, O great-hearted lord, You are dying for me, she cried; O take my hand, O take my kiss, And take of your right for love like this, The vow that plights me bride.