The Pacific Monthly/Volume 9/In the Days When Love Is Dead

by Florence May Wright

In the Days When Love Is Dead

By Florence May Wright

In the days when love is dead,
When for gravestone at his head
Lies a store of memories sweet,
While dead hopes lie at his feet,
When the flowers of vain regret
Scattered on his grave, are wet


With the tears that we shall shed;
Will you seek a living love,
And forget the old love, dead,
And his monument above?
Or will you in a patient way
Wait love's resurrection day?