By Word Of Mouth Poem by Rudyard Kipling
By Word Of Mouth
Rating: ★2.8
Not though you die to-night, O Sweet, and wail,
A spectre at my door,
Shall mortal Fear make Love immortal fail --
I shall but love you more,
Who, from Death's House returning, give me still
One moment's comfort in my matchless ill.
Friday, January 3, 2003
Topic(s) of this poem: fear,house
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