Love Came Back At Fall O’ Dew

Love came back at fall o' dew,
Playing his old part;
But I had a word or two
That would break his heart.

'He who comes at candlelight,
That should come before,
Must betake him to the night
From a barred door.'

This the word that made us part
In the fall o' dew;
This the word that brake his heart --
Yet it brake mine, too.

by Lizette Woodworth Reese

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A sweet poem on the parting of lovers. Nicely written.