Poems (Hinchman)/O Death, who hand in hand with Love

by Anne Hinchman

XXV A ROUNDEL

O death, who hand in hand with Love
 And Fate, through life's ways wandereth,
Shadowing with thy dark wings the light thereof,
     O Death,

 Thou, of whose form man vaguely dreameth,
Wreath'd with white asphodel above,
 Yet whose veil'd face a shadow seemeth;

When we meet and thou sayest: Enough!
 Shall I find gentle thy strange breath?
Tell me, is thy touch sweet or rough,
     O Death?