First Line: A FORM ACROSS MY THRESHOLD LIES Last Line: THE ONLY WAY LOVE EVER DIES. Subject(s): DEATH; LOVE - LOSS OF; PAIN; DEAD, THE; SUFFERING; MISERY;
A form across my threshold lies; The light has fled from its dull eyes; Is that what means this pulse of pain? That Love, by its own hand, lies slain,— The only way Love ever dies.
