Love's Warfare

Philip Bourke Marston

13 August 1850 to 13 February 1887 (~37)

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And, passing, left her calm and self-possessed.

And are these cold, light words your last?" he said,

A well-conceived, well-executed plan;

Till with the bitter dew of blood made red.

And lightly laughed until his spirit bled,

She answered gayly, "Are they not enough?

While snake-like on his grief her beauty fed.

Where she had kissed his face one hour ago.

At length he said, "And so 'twas but a jest, —

Then through and through his lips the sharp teeth drove,

He looked upon her face once more for proof;

She watched him cross the lawn with eyes bent low.

Yet now may God forgive you, if God can!

And rose, his face made pale with outraged love.

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At length he said, "And so 'twas but a jest, —

A well-conceived, well-executed plan;

Yet now may God forgive you, if God can!

And, passing, left her calm and self-possessed.

She watched him cross the lawn with eyes bent low.

Where she had kissed his face one hour ago.

Stanza 2

And are these cold, light words your last?" he said,

And rose, his face made pale with outraged love.

She answered gayly, "Are they not enough?

And lightly laughed until his spirit bled,

While snake-like on his grief her beauty fed.

He looked upon her face once more for proof;

Then through and through his lips the sharp teeth drove,

Till with the bitter dew of blood made red.

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Love's Warfare

by Philip Bourke Marston

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