To A Woman: Robert E Howard

Posted by: ann on: 18 May 2007

• In: vincent and verse
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Though fathoms deep you sink me in the mould

Locked in with thick-lapped lead and bolted wood

Yet rest not easy in your lover’s arms

Let him beware to stand where I have stood

I shall not fail to burst my ebon case

And thrust aside the clods with hands stained redYour blood shall turn to ice to see my face

Look from the shadows on your midnight bed

To face the dead, he, too will wake in vain

My fingers at his throat, your scream his knell

He will not see me tear you from your bed

And drag you by your golden hair to Hell

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I wonder when he wrote this? I have my thoughts….

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