Why cling to Things, disturbing thoughts
That would be better left to sleep?
Souvenirs of broken promises, and vows
You were never going to keep?
I have swept them all away, now,
Towards that dwindling chink of light,
From which, my Love, you took your leave
Of my world, my life, my sight.
Sweet, sad memories crowd in on me,
But none, now, that I may touch.
No casual blades to penetrate my heart,
Sharp remindings that I loved too much.
For if I'd let them stay, beyond this knell,
What strange comforts to carry into Hell?
