lover-lowe

Updated: May 13, 2025

Then she took the lute, saying, "None shall sing over my cup save myself;" so she screwed up the strings and intoned these verses, "The tears run down his cheeks in double row, * And in his breast high flameth lover-lowe: He weeps when near, a-fearing to be far; * And, whether far or near, his tear-drops flow." And the words of another,

Anonymous - The Book of the Thousand Nights and a Night — Volume 03