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?