Painting the sensual with thy hues divine,- Thou turn'st away thy face, while scattering Perchance upon his brow some fading flowers, Of which he strives to twine a funeral crown, Spending his life to weave a wreath of death! (Zygmunt Krasiński)

Painting the sensual with thy hues divine,- Thou turn'st away thy face, while scattering Perchance upon his brow some fading flowers, Of which he strives to twine a funeral crown, Spending his life to weave a wreath of death!

Zygmunt Krasiński

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