Elinor Wylie (Элинор Уайли)

Death and the Maiden

BARCAROLE ON THE STYX

Fair youth with the rose at your lips, 
A riddle is hid in your eyes; 
Discard conversational quips, 
Give over elaborate disguise.

The rose’s funeral breath 
Confirms by intuitive fears; 
To prove your devotion, Sir Death, 
Avaunt for a dozen of years.

But do not forget to array 
Your terror in juvenile charms; 
I shall deeply regret my delay 
If I sleep in a skeleton’s arms.

1. Upon Your Heart, Which Is.the Heart of All
2. In Our Content, before the Autumn Came
3. The Little Beauty That I Was Allowed
4. Absent Thee from Felicity Awhile
5. One Person

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