Sunday, April 16, 2017

LOVE CONQUERS DEATH, a poem

LOVE conquers Death by night and day,
Beguiles him long of his destined prey;
     And when, at last, that seems to perish
     Which he hath striven still to cherish,
Love plucks the soul from the fallen clay.

Death is not master, but Love's slave,
He smites the timid and the brave;
     Yet as he fares, with sweet low laughter,
     Love, the sower, follows after,
Scattering seed in each new-made grave!
"Love Conquers Death" by Florence Earle Coates. Published in The Century Magazine (April 1895), Poems (1898) and Poems (1916) Volume II.

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