Darby and Joan.
We two sit silent, our fire beside,1
It’s just a year since I was your bride,2
We look at each other, but neither is seen,3
Because of the ghosts that rise between.4
What a cloudy crowd of them ! ghost on ghost,5
Of all you have lived for, and all you have lost ;6
They blind you, and so you will never see7
How well you might leave them and come to me !8
I know you could do what I cannot do ;9
I cannot brave them and go to you ;10
Yet they are but shadows—what frightens me11
Is another ghost which you cannot see.12