[To E. C.]
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!
Euthanasia
Arthur Macy
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Poem topics: death, life, lost, pray, town, bright, lady, I love you, I miss you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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