Jane With Jack the Journeyman Paul Paviour

I know, although when looks meet
I tremble to the bone
The more I leave the door unlatched
The sooner love is gone
For love is but a skein unwound
Between the dark and dawn

A lonely ghost the ghost is
That to God shall come;
I - love's skein upon the ground
My body in the tomb -
Shall leap into the light lost
In my mother's womb

But were I left to lie alone
In an empty bed
The skein so bound us ghost to ghost
When he turned his head
Passing on thе road that night
Mine must walk when dead