Last Lines of Gerald Massey
And hands WERE claspt for ever.As this sweet Love of mine.At the communion table of His tomb.But I have you now, said He.Full-flowering in Love's splendour.Heigho, for a wedding-ring.Nor see the golden year.She -- passes Babe-in-arms.Sweet one, sleep to my Lullaby.Together down, together down.Until my heart shall break.You might not nestle here.