Here you will find the Poem The Wife of poet Marjorie Lowry Christie Pickthall
Living, I had no might To make you hear, Now, in the inmost night, I am so near No whisper, falling light, Divides us, dear. Living, I had no claim On your great hours. Now the thin candle-flame, The closing flowers, Wed summer with my name, -- And these are ours. Your shadow on the dust, Strength, and a cry, Delight, despair, mistrust, -- All these am I. Dawn, and the far hills thrust To a far sky. Living, I had no skill To stay your tread, Now all that was my will Silence has said. We are one for good and ill Since I am dead.