He Understands the Great Cruelty of Death -
My flowery and green age was passing away, and I feeling a chill in the fires had been wasting my heart, for I was drawing near the hillside above the grave.
Then my sweet enemy was making a start, little by little, to give over her
great wariness, the way she was wringing a sweet thing out of my sharp
sorrow. The time was coming when Love and Decency can keep company, and
Lovers may sit together and say out all things are in their hearts. But Death
had his grudge against me, and he got up in the way, like an armed robber,
with a pike in his hand.
Then my sweet enemy was making a start, little by little, to give over her
great wariness, the way she was wringing a sweet thing out of my sharp
sorrow. The time was coming when Love and Decency can keep company, and
Lovers may sit together and say out all things are in their hearts. But Death
had his grudge against me, and he got up in the way, like an armed robber,
with a pike in his hand.
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