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.
By Word Of Mouth
Rudyard Kipling
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Poem topics: I love you, death, fear, house, night, sweet, moment, door, comfort, love, I miss you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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