The Dying Lover, by Gustave Kahn

The Dying Lover

SO long as the child preferred to me such and such a
        player of the flute or singer to the zither,
        little I cared
that she loved such and such a player of the flute or
        scratcher of the zither.   By the cross-roads I have fallen struck, struck by the
        thrust of a sword.
Whose? Player of flute or scratcher of zither?   How long the night is to be so slow in dying.

poems.one - Gustave Kahn

Gustave Kahn