| Andrew Macphail, comp. The Book of Sorrow. 1916. | | | XII. Love and Death
Youth and Death | | By Emma Lazarus (1849–1887) |
| | | WHAT hast thou done to this dear friend of mine, | |
| Thou cold, white, silent Stranger? From my hand | |
| Her clasped hand slips to meet the grasp of thine; | |
| Her eyes that flamed with love, at thy command | |
| Stare stone-blank on blank air; her frozen heart | 5 |
| Forgets my presence. Teach me who thou art, | |
| Vague shadow sliding ’twixt my friend and me. | |
| I never saw thee till this sudden hour. | |
| What secret door gave entrance unto thee? | |
| What power is thine, o’ermastering Love’s own power? | 10 | | | |
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