I shall not die For thee I shall not die, Woman high of fame and name, Foolish men thou mayest slay, I and they are not the same. Irish Love poems - Woman, graceful as the swan "Woman, graceful as the swan" -photo by Dazzie D Why should I expire For the fire of any eye, Slender waist or swan, like limb, Is’t for them that I should die? The round breasts, the fresh skin, Cheeks crimson, hair like silk to touch, Indeed, indeed, I shall not die, Please God, not I, for any such! The golden locks, the forehead thin, The quiet mien, the gracious ease, The rounded heel, the languid tone, Fools alone find death from these. Thy sharp with, thy perfect calm, Thy thin palm like foam of the sea; Thy white neck, thy blue eye, I shall not die for thee. Woman, graceful as the swan, A wise man did rear me, too, Little palm, white neck, bright eye I shall not die for you. Anonymous (13th-17th Centuries) Translated by Douglas Hyde
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