One by one
We touch our memories and put them all away—
How shall I dare to look at them
When you are gone!
III
There is no beginning to my love
Nor any end—
It is about your head
Like the deep air,
More than your breath can spend.
Oft is about your heart
Like arms of faith—
Where you go, it is there.
IV
There are no last things to say,
What promise can I make?
You know my love so well.
All that I have is yours to take.
(How will it be, with part of me away,
Must not my soul be changed?)
Shall I stay young for memory's sake?
Shall I be old and grave and grey?
If I might choose, how could I tell!
V
The You I know
I shall not see again,
A stranger will return.
How shall I win the love
Which he has kept apart
With a blurred image which once was I?
I shall not know his heart,
How can I learn?