I went to dig a grave for Love,
But the earth was so stiff and cold
That, though I stove through the bitter night,
I could not break the mould.
And I said: “Must he lie in my house in state,
And stay in his wonted place?
Must I have him with me another day,
With that awful change in his face?”
(Anne Reeve Aldrich)
More Poetry from Anne Reeve Aldrich:
Anne Reeve Aldrich Poems based on Topics: Faces, Night, Love, Place- Music Of Hungary (Anne Reeve Aldrich Poems)
- Recollection (Anne Reeve Aldrich Poems)
- A Song About Singing (Anne Reeve Aldrich Poems)
- Suppose (Anne Reeve Aldrich Poems)