Malade - Free Audiobook

THE END

IF I could have put you in my heart,
     If but I could have wrapped you in myself,
     How glad I should have been!
     And now the chart
     Of memory unrolls again to me
     The course of our journey here, before we had to
         part.

     And oh, that you had never, never been
     Some of your selves, my love, that some
     Of your several faces I had never seen!
     And still they come before me, and they go,
     And I cry aloud in the moments that intervene.

     And oh, my love, as I rock for you to-night,
     And have not any longer any hope
     To heal the suffering, or make requite
     For all your life of asking and despair,
     I own that some of me is dead to-night.