Wife To Husband

by Christina Rossetti

Christina Rossetti

Pardon the faults in me,
For the love of years ago:
I must drift across the sea,
I must sink into the snow,
I must die.
You can bask in this sun,
You can drink wine, and eat:
I must gird myself and run,
Though with unready feet:
I must die.
Blank sea to sail upon,
Cold bed to sleep in:
While you clasp, I must be gone
For all your weeping:
I must die.
A kiss for one friend,
And a word for two,-
A lock that you must send,
A kindness you must do:
I must die.
Not a word for you,
Not a lock or kiss,
We, one, must part in two;
Verily death is this:
I must die.

Last updated January 14, 2019