English poem
V
Now art thou thou. Yet--let thy hair, A golden wonder, fall; thy fair Full throat bend low; thy kiss be hot With love, not dry With anguish.--Sweet, my Evalott! Now let me die.
Versos English Madison Julius Cawein V
English poem
Now art thou thou. Yet--let thy hair, A golden wonder, fall; thy fair Full throat bend low; thy kiss be hot With love, not dry With anguish.--Sweet, my Evalott! Now let me die.