Crazy Jane and Jack the Journeyman / W.B. Yeats

Crazy Jane and Jack the Journeyman

W.B. Yeats


I know, although when looks meet

I tremble to the bone,

The more I leave the door unlatched

The sooner love is gone,

For love is but a skein unwound

Between the dark and dawn.

 

A lonely ghost the ghost is

That to God shall come;

I —love’s skein upon the ground,

My body in the tomb —

Shall leap into the light lost

In my mother’s womb.

 

But were I left to lie alone

In an empty bed,

The skein so bound us ghost to ghost

When he turned his head

Passing on the road that night,

Mine must walk when dead.




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