Now there is silence and the moon hangs low ,
Walk with me down the hill :
The words you carved nine years and more ago
Deface that elmtree still .
I love my love till death ; but you did not ,
You left her in your spite :
The love you drove to madness and forgot
Died seven years tonight .
The moon hung very low the night she died ,
It glinted on my knife :
I swore then , if I took you by my side
To have your life .
Lie there , till morning draw the moon away
And neighbours catch their breath :
My hanging body shall attest by day
I loved my love till death .
Received 24 September 1951