Page:Poems, Volume 2, Coates, 1916.djvu/163

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ADONIS

Will the hounds that loved him well
Follow in his track?
Ah, the distance matters not,
Nor the way I, mournful, tread:
Every path leads from the spot
Where my love lies dead!