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By Word Of Mouth (poem). Rudyard Kipling

Not though you die to-night, O Sweet, and wail,
A spectre at my door,
Shall mortal Fear make Love immortal fail,
I shall but love you more,
Who, from Death′s House returning, give me still
One moment′s comfort in my matchless ill.

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