Francis William Lauderdale Adams (27 September 1862 – 4 September 1893)
Poems of Francis William Lauderdale Adams
|42.||In An East End Hovel||4/20/2010|
|43.||In The Edgware Road||4/20/2010|
|44.||In The Pit||4/20/2010|
|45.||In The Sea-Gardens||4/20/2010|
|46.||In The Street||4/20/2010|
|47.||In Trafalgar Square||4/20/2010|
|50.||Labour — Capital — Land||4/20/2010|
|54.||Love and Death||1/4/2003|
|57.||One Among So Many||4/20/2010|
|58.||Parallels For The Pious||4/20/2010|
Love and Death
Death? is it death you give? So be it! O Death,
thou hast been long my friend, and now thy pale
cool cheek shall have my kiss, while the faint breath
expires on thy still lips, O lovely Death!
Come then, loose hands, fair Life, without a wail!
We've had good hours together, and you were sweet
what time love whispered with the nightingale,
tho' ever your music by the lark's would fail.