O’ Death! Comes with wrath and greed,
Cry those – “Unlawfully intrudes into love”
And great contempt of faith is lost,
In a war –
Within the passage of the world.
Although these called you dread,
Fear and passion wrapped the men,
No contempt –nor deceived with trust,
Death is dead for the love honest.
Faith has no death but lost –
Never regained in course of darkness –
But they never strike with time,
Where lamps love to tent of lightening.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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