I so loved once, when Death came by I hid <br /> Away my face, <br />And all my sweetheart's tresses she undid <br /> To make my hiding-place. <br /> <br />The dread shade passed me thus unheeding; and <br /> I turned me then <br />To calm my love -- kiss down her shielding hand <br /> And comfort her again. <br /> <br />And lo! she answered not: and she did sit <br /> All fixedly, <br />With her fair face and the sweet smile of it, <br /> In love with Death, not me.<br /><br />James Whitcomb Riley<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-rival-2/
