Author Edward Dowden She kissed me on the forehead,—She spoke not any word,The silence flowed between us,—And I nor spoke nor stirred.So hopeless for my sake it was,—So full of ruth, so sweet,My whole heart rose and blessed her,——Then died before her feet. 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