<html xmlns:tei="http://www.tei-c.org/ns/1.0"><body><h1 align="" class="head">Love's Death</h1><div class="stanza"><p class="line">AS dumbly as the sunset overhead</p><p class="line">Swoons from its life of amethyst and gold</p><p class="line">Into dark death, thou brokest from our hold</p><p class="line">And died without a mourner by thy bed.</p><p class="line">Not till we felt that something fair had fled,</p><p class="line">Not till we turned to kiss thee as of old,</p><p class="line">Not till our lips in kissing knew thee cold,</p><p class="line">Ah, not till then. Love, knew we thou wert dead.</p></div><div class="stanza"><p class="line">When didst thou die? We do not know the hour !</p><p class="line">We had forgotten thee in work and play,</p><p class="line">And like some delicate and fragile flower</p><p class="line">Didst gradually wither day by day,</p><p class="line">Tho' needing only sunshine, and a shower</p><p class="line">Of April tears to save thee from decay.</p></div></body></html> · Great War