To a Lady Recovered from a Dangerous Sickness
Life plucks thee back as by the golden hair —
Life, who had feigned to let thee go but now.
Ah, wealthy is Death already, and can spare
Even such a prey as thou!
Life, who had feigned to let thee go but now.
Ah, wealthy is Death already, and can spare
Even such a prey as thou!
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