Goblin Market, and other poems, by Christina Rossetti

Wife to Husband

Pardon the faults in me,

    For the love of years ago:


I must drift across the sea,

    I must sink into the snow,

        I must die.

You can bask in this sun,

    You can drink wine, and eat:


I must gird myself and run,

    Though with unready feet:

        I must die.

Blank sea to sail upon,

    Cold bed to sleep in:


While you clasp, I must be gone

    For all your weeping:

        I must die.

A kiss for one friend,

    And a word for two, —


A lock that you must send,

    A kindness you must do:

        I must die.

Not a word for you,

    Not a lock or kiss,


We, one, must part in two;

    Verily death is this:

        I must die.


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