Poem by Anne Reeve Aldrich

Love's Change

I went to dig a grave for Love,
But the earth was so stiff and cold
That, though I stove through the bitter night,
I could not break the mould.
And I said: "Must he lie in my house in state,
And stay in his wonted place?
Must I have him with me another day,
With that awful change in his face?"

1. Suppose
2. Recollection
3. In November
4. Music of Hungary

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