Poem by Henry Cuyler Bunner

Strong as Death

Death, when thou shalt come to me
Out of thy dark, where she is now,
Let no faint perfume cling to thee
Of withered roses on thy brow.

1. The Light
2. Behold the Deeds!
3. Feminine
4. Grant
5. The Chaperon

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