Poem by Rudyard Kipling

After the Fever

Let the worst come now, and I shall not fear, 
   I won one woman and you are she—
Won her myself—for good and all,
   And shall keep her throughout Eternity,
     Though the end of this world's Love is near
        And your day begins to fall.

I ask God one thing and it is this, 
   That I am with you when you die—
That you die with your head at peace on my breast,
   And that my mouth takes your last Life's kiss—
     For who has a better claim than I,
        To this, for I loved you best.

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4. The Night Before
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