"WHEN he was here alive, Eileen, There was a word you might have said; So never mind what I have been, Or anything,--for you are dead. "And after this when I am there Where he is, you'll be dying still. Your eyes are dead, and your black hair,-- The rest of you be what it will. "'Twas all to save him? Never mind, Eileen. You saved him. You are strong. I'd hardly wonder if your kind Paid everything, for you live long. "You last, I mean. That's what I mean. I mean you last as long as lies. You might have said that word, Eileen,-- And you might have your hair and eyes. "And what you see might be Lisette, Instead of this that has no name. Your silence--I can feel it yet, Alive and in me, like a flame. "Where might I be with him to-day, Could he have known before he heard? But no--your silence had its way, Without a weapon or a word. "Because a word was never told, I'm going as a worn toy goes. And you are dead; and you'll be old; And I forgive you, I suppose. "I'll soon be changing as all do, To something we have always been; And you'll be old.... He liked you, too, I might have killed you then, Eileen. "I think he liked as much of you As had a reason to be seen,-- As much as God made black and blue. He liked your hair and eyes, Eileen." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE HOUSE OF LIFE: 54. LOVE'S FATALITY by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI THE TRAVAIL OF PASSION by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS THE HISTORY OF THE WORLD: TRANSLATION by CAIUS PEDO ALBINOVANUS FRAGMENTS INTENDED FOR DEATH'S JEST-BOOK: HUMAN LIFE - ITS VALUE by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES THE PAGODA by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN TRENCH RAID NEAR HOOGE by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN THE BELOVED by KATHERINE HARRIS BRADLEY LINES SUGGESTED BY A LATE OCCURRENCE by JOHN GARDINER CALKINS BRAINARD |