The Rival

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Title:     The Rival
Author: James Whitcomb Riley [More Titles by Riley]

I so loved once, when Death came by I hid
Away my face,
And all my sweetheart's tresses she undid
To make my hiding-place.

The dread shade passed me thus unheeding; and
I turned me then
To calm my love--kiss down her shielding hand
And comfort her again.

And lo! she answered not: And she did sit
All fixedly,
With her fair face and the sweet smile of it,
In love with Death, not me.

[The end]
James Whitcomb Riley's poem: Rival

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