Author L. Cranmer-Byng Since nought avails, let me arise and leave, Though down the way of swords I wounded crawl; Perchance I shall attain to touch her sleeve, And surely on her threshold dying fall. Tags Short Poems love poem love poems love poems for her love poetry poems about love romantic 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