Never an answer try to speak
For Time it is must answer this;
Lean but thy cheek against my cheek,
Turn but thy kiss to meet my kiss!
Sweetheart, see: their fire dies,
Quenched in the Love-Dawn in thine eyes!
6. The Parting
In the deep guard of the garden, with its arms around her thrown,
There I laid her with the roses for her winding-sheet alone,