“IF I WERE DEAD”
By Coventry Patmore
“If I were dead, you’d some time say, Poor Child!”
The dear lips quiver’d as they spake,
And the tears break
From eyes, which, not to grieve me, brightly smiled.
Poor Child, poor Child!
I seem to hear your laugh, your talk, your song.
It is not true that Love will do no wrong.
Poor Child!