Chapter XV

Ah, Love, I cannot die, I cannot go
Down in the dark and leave you all alone!
Ah, hold me fast, safe in the warmth I know,
And never shut me underneath a stone.

Dead in the grave! And I can never hear
If you are ill or if you miss me, Dear.
Dead, oh my God! and you may need me yet,
While I shall sleep; while I—while _I_—forget!