Words for Music — Crazy Jane and Jack the Journeyman
| I know, although when looks meet |
| I tremble to the bone, |
| The more I leave the door unlatched |
| The sooner
love is gone, |
| For love is but a skein unwound |
| Between the dark and dawn. |
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| A lonely ghost the ghost is |
| That to God shall come; |
| I—love’s skein upon the ground, |
| My body in the tomb— |
| Shall leap into the light
lost |
| In my mother’s womb. |
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| But were I left to lie alone |
| In an empty bed, |
| The skein so bound us ghost to
ghost |
| When he turned his head |
| Passing on the road that night, |
| Mine would walk being dead. |