When the earth was sick and the skies were grey, <br />And the woods were rotted with rain, <br />The Dead Man rode through the autumn day <br />To visit his love again. <br /> <br />His love she neither saw nor heard, <br />So heavy was her shame; <br />And tho' the babe within her stirred <br />She knew not that he came.<br /><br />Rudyard Kipling<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-other-man/
