J. Comyns Carr: Stray Memories, by His Wife

by Alice Vansittart Strettel Carr

Then kneeling down beside him where he lay,

I wept aloud for grief that Love was dead;

But when Jack came and kissed my tears away,

Love spoke one word: we both heard what he said.

Jack and Ada.

Therefore we say that Love is much maligned,

For he is neither deaf, nor dumb, nor blind.

III.

Jack.

Yet Love was deaf: ’twas only yesterday