Love Letters of a Violinist, and Other Poems

by Eric Mackay

To snatch my prize beyond the torrid zone.

XV.

I heeded not the teaching of the past.

I heeded not the wisdom of the years.

"She shall be mine," I urged, "till death appears.

For death, I know, will conquer me at last."

And then I found the sky was overcast;

And then I felt the bitterness of tears.

XVI.