Death & Dying
If in Her Life
Translated by William N. Loew (1912) · From Cypress Leaves from the Grave of Dear Ethel
Death & Dying
If in her life I had not loved her well,
This sweet, fair, curly-headed maiden here:
I'd love her since my eyes upon her fell
As she lay cold and lifeless on her bier.
How beautiful was she! As if at morn
A queenly swan upon her wings would stir,
As pure snow would the wintry rose adorn:
The white angel of death thus came to her.
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Petőfi, Sándor. “If in Her Life.” Translated by William N. Loew. Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/petofi/27/.
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Petőfi, Sándor. “If in Her Life.” Translated by William N. Loew. Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/petofi/27/.
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