Rudyard Kipling

(30 December 1865 – 18 January 1936 / Bombay)

By Word Of Mouth - Poem by Rudyard Kipling

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.


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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003



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