Francis William Lauderdale Adams
Poems of Francis William Lauderdale Adams
|82.||To John Ruskin||4/20/2010|
|83.||To Karl Marx||4/20/2010|
|84.||To Queen Victoria In England||4/20/2010|
|85.||To Sydney Jephcott||4/20/2010|
|86.||To The Christians||4/20/2010|
|87.||To The Emperor William I||4/20/2010|
|88.||To The Girls Of The Unions||4/20/2010|
|89.||To The Sons Of Labour||4/20/2010|
|91.||Why He Loves Her||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.