Versos English Arthur Macy EUTHANASIA

English poem

EUTHANASIA

by (1842–1904)

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Oh, drop your eyelids down, my lady; Oh, drop your eyelids down. 'Twere well to keep your bright eyes shady For pity of the town! But should there any glances be, I pray you give them all to me; For though my life be lost thereby, It were the sweetest death to die!