Crazy Jane And Jack The Journeyman

Poem By William Butler Yeats

I know, although when looks meet
I tremble to the bone,
The more I leave the door unlatched
The sooner love is gone,
For love is but a skein unwound
Between the dark and dawn.

A lonely ghost the ghost is
That to God shall come;
I - love's skein upon the ground,
My body in the tomb -
Shall leap into the light lost
In my mother's womb.

But were I left to lie alone
In an empty bed,
The skein so bound us ghost to ghost
When he turned his head
passing on the road that night,
Mine must walk when dead.

Comments about Crazy Jane And Jack The Journeyman

A lonely ghost the ghost is That to God shall come; I - love's skein upon the ground, My body in the tomb - Shall leap into the light lost In my mother's womb. But were I left to lie alone In an empty bed, The skein so bound us ghost to ghost When he turned his head passing on the road that night, Mine must walk when dead. wow whole craziness hug me politely crazy 10++++++++++++++++++++
A lonely ghost the ghost is That to God shall come; I - love's skein upon the ground, My body in the tomb - Shall leap into the light lost In my mother's womb.


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