IF I could have put you in my
heart,
If but I
could have wrapped you in myself,
How glad I should have been!
And now the chart
Of memory unrolls again to
me
The course of our
journey here, before we had to
part.
And oh, that you had never, never
been
Some of your
selves, my love, that some
Of your several faces I had never
seen!
And still they
come before me, and they go,
And I cry aloud in the moments that
intervene.
And oh, my love, as I rock for you
to-night,
And have
not any longer any hope
To heal the suffering, or make
requite
For all your
life of asking and despair,
I own that some of me is dead
to-night.