To torture you with absence? Would I save
Your spirit if its anguish could be stilled
Only among the worms that haunt the grave?
My dream goes on a little: Day by day,
These seven days we lived together, gave
Our spirits to each other. With dismay
You watched my hour's departure. On you crept
Light shadows after moments sunny, gay.
But when the hour was come, you sat and wept,
And said to me: "I hear the rattling clods