Christina Rossetti — Wife to Husband

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