Living, I had no might <br />To make you hear, <br />Now, in the inmost night, <br />I am so near <br />No whisper, falling light, <br />Divides us, dear. <br /> <br />Living, I had no claim <br />On your great hours. <br />Now the thin candle-flame, <br />The closing flowers, <br />Wed summer with my name, -- <br />And these are ours. <br /> <br />Your shadow on the dust, <br />Strength, and a cry, <br />Delight, despair, mistrust, -- <br />All these am I. <br />Dawn, and the far hills thrust <br />To a far sky. <br /> <br />Living, I had no skill <br />To stay your tread, <br />Now all that was my will <br />Silence has said. <br />We are one for good and ill <br />Since I am dead.<br /><br />Marjorie Lowry Christie Pickthall<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-wife-2/
