Page:An epic of women and other poems (IA epicofwomenother00osha).pdf/23

 I found his drooping hand the warmest place Here where my warm heart is; I said, "Dear love, what thoughts are in thy face? Has Death as fair a bosom, then, as this?" —O sisters, do not start! His cold lips answered with a fainting kiss, And his hand struck its death chill to my heart.