| Andrew Macphail, comp. The Book of Sorrow. 1916. | | | XII. Love and Death
Love, Time, and Death | | By Frederick Locker-Lampson (1821–1895) |
| | | AH me, dread friends of mine,—Love, Time, and Death! | |
| Sweet Love who came to me on sheeny wing | |
| And gave her to my arms—her lips, her breath, | |
| And all her golden ringlets clustering: | |
| And Time, who gathers in the flying years— | 5 |
| He gave me all, but where is all he gave? | |
| He took my Love and left me barren tears,— | |
| Weary and lone I follow to the grave. | |
| There Death will end this vision half-divine,— | |
| Wan Death, who waits in shadow evermore, | 10 |
| And silent, ere he give the sudden sign; | |
| O, gently lead me thro’ thy narrow door, | |
| Thou gentle Death, thou trustiest friend of mine, | |
| —Ah me for Love … will Death my Love restore? | | | | |
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