AND if he ever should come back, What am I to say? —Tell him that I watch'd for him All my life away. And if he should ask me more, Nor know my face again? —Speak gently as a sister speaks, He may be in pain. If he ask me where you are, How shall I reply? —Then give him my golden ring, Very silently. And if he should want to know Why the hall stands bare? —Then show him the burn-out lamp And the door ajar. And if he should ask me then How you fell asleep? —Tell him that I smiled and died. Do not let him weep. |