Love undying, pure and true

She came to me like a spirit on a cold December’s eveClothed in tattered flowing robes And snow like stars glittered in her raven hairShe asked for my hand with a pleading gazeAnd said “Love me, for my time is short”So I held her a long while thereWhen morning broke she was no moreHer skin still warm against my touchAnd I thought a moment I felt her heart Beating beneath her breastAnd there she lay, My love that in my heart will never dieAt long last found her rest