Crazy Jane And Jack The Journeyman

The poem

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.