Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, TRYST, by GEORGE HERBERT CLARKE



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First Line: I thought to have made her my bride
Last Line: We leave to love.
Subject(s): Death; Future Life; Love; Marriage; Reunions; Dead, The; Retribution; Eternity; After Life; Weddings; Husbands; Wives


I THOUGHT to have made her my bride,
And now she is dead;
Death holds her close by his side
In his earth-dark bed.

Not a murmur, a motion, a breath!—
In vain does he woo:
Being dead, yet she yields not to Death;—
Endlessly true!

She knows that I need her now
All else above:
She will come to me; when and how
We leave to Love.





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