Too scanty ’twas to die for you,
The merest Greek could that.
The living, Sweet, is costlier —
I offer even that —
The Dying, is a trifle, past,
But living, this include
The dying multifold — without
The Respite to be dead.
Too scanty ’twas to die for you,
The merest Greek could that.
The living, Sweet, is costlier —
I offer even that —
The Dying, is a trifle, past,
But living, this include
The dying multifold — without
The Respite to be dead.
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