Now doff my helm.--Loop thy white arm
Beneath my hair. So. Let thy warm
Blue eyes gaze in mine for a space,
A little while...
Love, it will rest me... And thy face--
Ah, let it smile.
V
Now art thou thou. Yet--let thy hair,
A golden wonder, fall; thy fair
Full throat bend low; thy kiss be hot
With love, not dry
With anguish.--Sweet, my Evalott!
Now let me die.