Here you will find the Poem Worn Out of poet Elizabeth Eleanor Siddal
Thy strong arms are around me, love My head is on thy breast; Low words of comfort come from thee Yet my soul has no rest. For I am but a startled thing Nor can I ever be Aught save a bird whose broken wing Must fly away from thee. I cannot give to thee the love I gave so long ago, The love that turned and struck me down Amid the blinding snow. I can but give a failing heart And weary eyes of pain, A faded mouth that cannot smile And may not laugh again. Yet keep thine arms around me, love, Until I fall to sleep; Then leave me, saying no goodbye Lest I might wake, and weep.