TARSHITERING.
NEPALI LOVE-SONG.
O KISSABLE Tarshitering! the wild bird calls its
mate—and I?
Come to my tent this night of May, and cuddle
close and crown me king!
Drink, drink our fill of love at last—a little while
and we shall die,
O kissable Tarshitering!
Droop the long lashes: close the eyes with eyelids
like a beetle’s wing!
Light the slow smile, ephemeral as ever a painted
butterfly,
Certain to close into a kiss, certain to fasten on me
and sting!
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