Postscript: For Gweno

If I should go away,

Beloved, do not say

'He has forgotten me'.

For you abide,

A singing rib within my dreaming side;

You always stay.

And in the mad tormented valley

Where blood and hunger rally

And Death the wild beast is uncaught, untamed,

Our soul withstands the terror

And has its quiet honour

Among the glittering stars your voices named.