I so loved once, when Death came by I hid
Away my face,
And all my sweetheart's tresses she undid
To make my hiding-place.
The dread shade passed me thus unheeding; and
I turned me then
To calm my love-kiss down her shielding hand
And comfort her again.
And lo! she answered not: and she did sit
All fixedly,
With her fair face and the sweet smile of it,
In love with Death, not me.
The Rival
James Whitcomb Riley
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Poem topics: away, kiss, smile, sweet, shade, place, comfort, death, face, love, I love you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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