Poems (Becker)/Pallida Mors

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PALLIDA MORS.
OH, my Lord, he loved and lost
So false a love!
  Then love forswore;
  Ambition filled his heart
  Forevermore.
He died; the granite pillar at his head
Proclaims the virtues of the dead.

Oh, my Lady loved and lost
  So false a love!
  A lily grew the rose.
  She died; and o'er her grave
  The white snow blows,—
  So wild a love,
Hidden beneath the drifting snow.

So resting side by side,
  So deep a grave!
  And for all that pride,
  And for all that pain,
When the springtime comes again,
Deeper the tinge upon the tree,
Redder the rose's flush shall be.

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