I know, although when looks meet <br />I tremble to the bone, <br />The more I leave the door unlatched <br />The sooner love is gone, <br />For love is but a skein unwound <br />Between the dark and dawn. <br /> <br />A lonely ghost the ghost is <br />That to God shall come; <br />I - love's skein upon the ground, <br />My body in the tomb - <br />Shall leap into the light lost <br />In my mother's womb. <br /> <br />But were I left to lie alone <br />In an empty bed, <br />The skein so bound us ghost to ghost <br />When he turned his head <br />passing on the road that night, <br />Mine must walk when dead.<br /><br />William Butler Yeats<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/crazy-jane-and-jack-the-journeyman/
