The gift were thine at once—to-day, to-morrow.
But oh! I fear that lurking at your back,
Are demons red[2] to bring me endless sorrow.”
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[1] I.e., her heart. She compares her heart ripe with love to a ripe fruit. [↑]
[2] Presumably she means the man’s passions. She compares them to the terrific demons (red is the angry colour) of Tibetan Lamaist mythology. [↑]
LOVE SONG.
Could I but win the maiden