Here you will find the Poem Fragment of a Ballad of poet Elizabeth Eleanor Siddal
Many a mile over land and sea Unsummoned my love returned to me; I remember not the words he said But only the trees moaning overhead. And he came ready to take and bear The cross I had carried for many a year, But words came slowly one by one From frozen lips shut still and dumb. How sounded my words so still and slow To the great strong heart that loved me so, Who came to save me from pain and wrong And to comfort me with his love so strong? I felt the wind strike chill and cold And vapours rise from the red-brown mould; I felt the spell that held my breath Bending me down to a living death.