Jack and Jill
By Edgar Allan Poe
Jack and Jill
Jack and Jill
went up the hill
to fetch a pail of water.
Death met them there
and stroked Jill’s hair
Jack met the scene with
Laughter.
Once pail was filled, blue song birds trilled,The happy pair descended.
A sudden gloom, like in a tomb, the sunlit air transcended.
Jill coughed and fell, Jack cursed demons’ hell!Why hadn’t Death but waited?
His own true love, so like a doveWas now in Heaven, gated.
Jack swung the pail into his frailCrown—it broke asunder!
He now knew that Death came true,Jack’s laughter was
Hell’s plunder.
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