R:
Not in my body was my life at all
But in this lady's lips and hands and eyes
L:
Look on yourself without me, and recall
The waste remembrance and forlorn surmise
R:
This loving hand, once warm and capable
Of earnest grasping — Now lies deep and cold
And from the icy silence of the tomb,
It haunts my days and chills my dreaming nights
How I could wish my own heart dry of blood
So in your veins red life might stream again,
L:
And thou be conscience-calmed — see here it is —
I hold it towards you.
R:
Mid change and changeless night that holds its breath,
Lies all that golden hair undimm'd in death.
L:
I lay not alone, for your verses were there,
But the grave was reopened and they rose again.
I lie there without them, compelled to remain
A corpse in a coffin with golden hair.