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The Rival

I so loved once, when Death came by I hid
Away my face,
And all my sweetheart’s tresses she undid
To make my hiding-place.

The dread shade passed me thus unheeding; and
I turned me then
To calm my love kiss down her shielding hand
And comfort her again.

And lo! she answered not: and she did sit
All fixedly,
With her fair face and the sweet smile of it,
In love with Death, not me.

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Poem The Rival - James Whitcomb Riley