Wilt thou not save me? once in every year
This rightful form of mine that thou dost see
By favour of the Goddess have I here
From sunrise unto sunset given me,
That some brave man may end my misery.
And thou - art thou not brave? can thy heart fail,
Whose eyes e'en now are weeping at my tale? (William Morris)

Wilt thou not save me? once in every year This rightful form of mine that thou dost see By favour of the Goddess have I here From sunrise unto sunset given me, That some brave man may end my misery. And thou - art thou not brave? can thy heart fail, Whose eyes e'en now are weeping at my tale?

William Morris

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