I So Loved Once, When Death Came By I Hid Away My Face, And All My Sweetheart'S Tresses She Undid To Make My Hiding-Place. The Dread Shade Passed Me Thus Unheeding; And I Turned Me Then To Calm My Love - Kiss Down Her Shielding Hand And Comfort Her Again. And Lo! She Answered Not: And She Did Sit All Fixedly, With Her Fair Face And The Sweet Smile Of It, In Love With Death, Not Me.