Explore "Dead Love" by Marie Van Vorst on Textopian. Read with annotations and highlights.
Dark the day when love is gone -- / When the vital spark / Dies, and leaves the soul of one / Dark.
April for the birds shall hark. / March's wildness sown, / June with crimson bloom shall mark. / What has hope to build upon / Cold and stiff and stark? / All the future stretches on / Dark.