The boat that took my love away He sent again to me To tell me that he would not sleep Alone beneath the sea. — Stevie Smith

He did not love in the human way.

All the same, there is a difficulty. I should like him to be happy in heaven here,

But he cannot come by wishing. Only by being already at home here.

No man has seen her, this pitiful ghost,

And no woman either, but heard her at most,

Sighing and tapping and sighing again,

You have weaned me too soon, you must nurse me again.