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