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Death And Life

Robert William Service

By Avijit DasPublished 5 months ago 1 min read

’Twas in the grave-yard’s gruesome gloom

That May and I were mated;

We sneaked inside and on a tomb

Our love was consummated.

It’s quite all right, no doubt we’ll wed,

Our sin will go unchidden,

Ah! sweeter than the nuptial bed

Are ecstasies forbidden.

And as I held my sweetheart close,

And she was softly sighing,

I could not help but think of those

In peace below us lying.

Poor folks! No disrespect we meant,

And beg you’ll be forgiving;

We hopes the dead will not resent

The rapture of the living.

And when in death I, too, shall lie,

And lost to those who love me,

I wish two sweethearts roving by

Will plight their troth above me.

Oh do not think that I will grieve

To hear the vows they’re voicing,

And if their love new life conceive,

’Tis I will be rejoicing.

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Avijit Das

Tech enthusiast, article writer, and computer geek passionate about writing informative and engaging content on tech and a variety of other topics.

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  • Dharrsheena Raja Segarran5 months ago

    This was so poignant and very healthy written!

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