Chide not; let me breathe a little, <br />For I shall not mourn him long; <br />Though the life-cord was so brittle, <br />The love-cord was very strong. <br />I would wake a little space <br />Till I find a sleeping-place. <br /> <br />You can go,—I shall not weep; <br />You can go unto your rest. <br />My heart-ache is all too deep, <br />And too sore my throbbing breast. <br />Can sobs be, or angry tears, <br />Where are neither hopes nor fears? <br /> <br />Though with you I am alone <br />And must be so everywhere, <br />I will make no useless moan,— <br />None shall say 'She could not bear:' <br />While life lasts I will be strong,— <br />But I shall not struggle long. <br /> <br />Listen, listen! Everywhere <br />A low voice is calling me, <br />And a step is on the stair, <br />And one comes ye do not see, <br />Listen, listen! Evermore <br />A dim hand knocks at the door. <br /> <br />Hear me; he is come again,— <br />My own dearest is come back. <br />Bring him in from the cold rain; <br />Bring wine, and let nothing lack. <br />Thou and I will rest together, <br />Love, until the sunny weather. <br /> <br />I will shelter thee from harm,— <br />Hide thee from all heaviness. <br />Come to me, and keep thee warm <br />By my side in quietness. <br />I will lull thee to thy sleep <br />With sweet songs:—we will not weep. <br /> <br />Who hath talked of weeping?—Yet <br />There is something at my heart, <br />Gnawing, I would fain forget, <br />And an aching and a smart. <br />—Ah! my mother, 'tis in vain, <br />For he is not come again.<br /><br />Christina Georgina Rossetti<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/death-s-chill-between/
