English poem
XV
Singing, he smote his heart— The woman smiled, And Love leaped, flaming, Into being—wild.
Singing, he smote his hands— The woman sighed, And Love grew weary, Turned his face, and died.
Versos English Helen Hay Whitney XV
Versos English Helen Hay Whitney XV
English poem
Singing, he smote his heart— The woman smiled, And Love leaped, flaming, Into being—wild.
Singing, he smote his hands— The woman sighed, And Love grew weary, Turned his face, and died.