Author George Hardinge WHICH A DYING LOVER DIRECTED HIS FRIENDS TO FILL WITH HIS ASHES PULVERIZED . M ARK the pure crystal that contains All that of Strephon's love remains; Dust ā in whose emblem is express'd That Love must never hope to rest. Tags love poem love poems love poems for her love poetry poems about love romantic poems Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments