Oh, drop your eyelids down, my lady;
Oh, drop your eyelids down.
'T were well to keep your bright eyes shady
For pity of the town!
But should there any glances be,
I pray you give them all to me;
For though my life be lost thereby,
It were the sweetest death to die!
I am busy working to bring Arthur Macy's "Euthanasia" to life through some unique musical arrangements and will have a full analysis of the poem here for you later.
In the meantime, I invite you to explore the poem's themes, structure, and meaning. You can also check out the gallery for other musical arrangements or learn more about Arthur Macy's life and contributions to literature.
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