I love you, yes; for you are he Who from the East should come to me — And I have waited long!" Oh, we Were happy as the sun. There came upon a hopeless quest, With hell and hatred in his breast, A stranger, who his love confessed To Marta long in vain.... Looms of Life: Poems - Page 95by Herman George Scheffauer - 1908 - 137 pagesFull view - About this book
| William Bittle Wells, Lute Pease - West (U.S.) - 1908 - 888 pages
...upon a hopeless quest, With hell and hatred in his breast, A stranger who his love contest To Marta long in vain. To me she spake : "O chosen mate, His...passing fair my bride With gold combs in her hair. Before the Spanish priest we stood Of San Gregorio's Brotherhood- — A shot rang out ! — and in... | |
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