Poems, Series 3: XXVIII. I wish I knew that woman's name
XXVIII. I wish I knew that woman's name
I WISH I knew that woman's name,
So, when she comes this way,
To hold my life, and hold my ears,
For fear I hear her say
She's 'sorry I am dead,' again,
Just when the grave and I
Have sobbed ourselves almost to sleep, --
Our only lullaby.