Love And Death

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Title:     Love And Death
Author: Helen Hay Whitney [More Titles by Whitney]

I can believe that my Beloved dies,
That all her virtue, all her youth shall fail,
And life, her rosy life, grow cold and pale,
To bloom again in braver Paradise.
I must believe that death shall close her eyes,
And hold her heart beyond a heavy veil,
Where silences surround her spirit frail
And waste the form where all my loving lies.

Ah, God! but no. And is my love so weak?
Her heart may pause, may falter and grow still,
But not her laugh, the color in her cheek--
That may not fade; the catch that lifts her breath,
Sobbing against my heart. Essay your will--
These are too dear to fill your grave, O Death!

[The end]
Helen Hay Whitney's poem: Love And Death

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