Though you called me, would ne'er stir a foot from my door,
For my love and my sorrow thenceforth will be o'er.
IDYLL XXX.
The Death of Adonis.
Cythera saw Adonis
And knew that he was dead;
She marked the brow, all grisly now,
Though you called me, would ne'er stir a foot from my door,
For my love and my sorrow thenceforth will be o'er.
The Death of Adonis.
Cythera saw Adonis
And knew that he was dead;
She marked the brow, all grisly now,