Now he is dead
How should I know
My true love's arms
From wind and snow?
No man I meet
In field or house
Though in the street
A hundred pass.
The hurrying dust
Has never a face,
No longer human
In man or woman.
Now he is gone
Why should I mourn
My true love more than mud,
than mud or stone?
The End Of Love
Kathleen Jessie Raine
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Poem topics: house, never, snow, wind, woman, human, field, face, street, dust, mourn, stone, true, love, I love you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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