Thorold: For I Am Dying! ! ! Poem by katarina bowman

Thorold: For I Am Dying! ! !



Do not twine garlands of my myrtle for my forehead
Nor pluck sweet roses to adorn me
Make me a crown of somber violets
For I am dying! ! !

The sweet lips of the maidens of Busk
And the flashing feet of dancing goatherds
Will never again quicken my desire
For I am dying! ! !

I kiss the pecks of Lamedon with my eyes
And the white arms of the passionate sea
Which loves this beautiful island that I love?
For I am dying! ! !

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