“Let it be you who lean above me
On my last day,
Let it be you who shut my eyelids
Forever and aye.
Say a 'Good-night' as you have said it
All of these years,
With the old look, with the old whisper
All without tears.
You will know then all that in silence
You always knew,
Though I have loved, I loved no other
As I love you.”
―
Sara Teasdale,
The Collected Poems
