XXXVIII
Reading edition
Will not men remember us In the days to come hereafter,— Thy warm-coloured loving beauty And my love for thee?
Thou, the hyacinth that grows 5 By a quiet-running river; I, the watery reflection And the broken gleam.
Reading edition
Will not men remember us In the days to come hereafter,— Thy warm-coloured loving beauty And my love for thee?
Thou, the hyacinth that grows 5 By a quiet-running river; I, the watery reflection And the broken gleam.