She throws a kiss, and bids me run
In whispers sweet as roses' breath;
I know I can not win the race,
And at the end, I know, is death.


Atalanta's Race.

Maurice Thompson Quotes

She throws a kiss, and bids me run In whispers sweet as roses' breath; I know I can not win the race, And at the end, I know, is death.

She throws a kiss, and bids me run In whispers sweet as roses' breath; I know I can not win the race, And at the end, I know, is death.

She throws a kiss, and bids me run In whispers sweet as roses' breath; I know I can not win the race, And at the end, I know, is death.

She throws a kiss, and bids me run In whispers sweet as roses' breath; I know I can not win the race, And at the end, I know, is death.