A WOMAN'S LAST WORD
Promise me nothing. Men are mortal. I
Loose from your heart my hand.
(The grave is deeper than the heavens are high.)
My house – of Love – was builded on the sand.
Promise me nothing. That the heart will rain
On eyes whose tears are done
And lips that will not kiss you back again
For ever any more, I know, for one.
Promise me nothing. You but said "Till death,"
Even with my wedding-ring.
Promise me nothing, lest with my last breath
I make you promise – only everything!
Promise me nothing. One day you will buy
Another ring, you know.
Then, if the dead walk in their sleep, must I
Come, shivering, back to say – "I told you so"?
Promise me nothing. Men are mortal. I
Loose from your heart my hand.
(The grave is deeper than the heavens are high.)
My house – of Love – was builded on the sand.
Promise me nothing. That the heart will rain
On eyes whose tears are done
And lips that will not kiss you back again
For ever any more, I know, for one.
Promise me nothing. You but said "Till death,"
Even with my wedding-ring.
Promise me nothing, lest with my last breath
I make you promise – only everything!
Promise me nothing. One day you will buy
Another ring, you know.
Then, if the dead walk in their sleep, must I
Come, shivering, back to say – "I told you so"?