If I could have put you in my heart, <br />If but I could have wrapped you in myself, <br />How glad I should have been! <br />And now the chart <br />Of memory unrolls again to me <br />The course of our journey here, before we had to part. <br /> <br />And oh, that you had never, never been <br />Some of your selves, my love, that some <br />Of your several faces I had never seen! <br />And still they come before me, and they go, <br />And I cry aloud in the moments that intervene. <br /> <br />And oh, my love, as I rock for you to-night, <br />And have not any longer any hope <br />To heal the suffering, or make requite <br />For all your life of asking and despair, <br />I own that some of me is dead to-night.<br /><br />David Herbert Lawrence<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-end-11/
