text: Living, I had no might
  To make you hear,
  Now, in the inmost night,
  I am so near
  No whisper, falling light,
  Divides us, dear.
  
  Living, I had no claim
  On your great hours.
  Now the thin candle-flame,
  The closing flowers,
  Wed summer with my name,
  And these are ours.
  
  Your shadow on the dust,
  Strength, and a cry,
  Delight, despair, mistrust,
  All these am I.
  Dawn, and the far hills thrust
  To a far sky.
  
  Living, I had no skill
  To stay your tread,
  Now all that was my will
  Silence has said.
  We are one for good and ill
  Since I am dead.