Death & Dying
Thou Wert
Translated by William N. Loew (1912) · From Cypress Leaves from the Grave of Dear Ethel
Death & Dying
Thou wert my rose, my one and only one,
Thou didst fade and my life 's a dreary void;
Thou wert my lone life's bright and warming sun,
And when thou set: my life's light was destroyed.
Thou wert the wings of my keen phantasies,
Thy wing broke... and no more my fancy flies.
Thou wert my heart-blood's heat, with thy decease
My life grows cold as if submerged in ice.
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Petőfi, Sándor. “Thou Wert.” Translated by William N. Loew. Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/petofi/17/.
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Petőfi, Sándor. “Thou Wert.” Translated by William N. Loew. Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/petofi/17/.
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