Love Conquers Death

LOVE conquers Death by night and day,Beguiles him long of his destined prey;And when, at last, that seems to perishWhich he hath striven still to cherish,Love plucks the soul from the fallen clay.

Death is not master, but Love's slave,He smites the timid and the brave;Yet as he fares, with sweet low laughter,Love, the sower, follows after,Scattering seed in each new-made grave!