Littell's Living Age/Volume 136/Issue 1760/At the Last

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Come once, just once, dear love, when I am dead —
     Ah, God! I would it were this hour, tonight —
And look your last upon the frozen face
     That was to you a summer's brief delight.

The silent lips will not entreat you then,
     Nor the eyes vex you with unwelcome tears;
The low, sad voice will utter no complaint,
     Nor the heart tremble with its restless fears.

I shall he still — you will forgive me then
     For all that I have been, or failed to be:
Say, as you look, "Poor heart, she loved me well,
     No other love will be so true to me"

Then bend and kiss the lips that will not speak —
     One little kiss for all the dear, dead days —
Say once, "God rest her soul!" then go in peace,
     No haunting ghost shall meet you in your ways.


This work was published before January 1, 1924, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago.