Page:Yeats Responsibilities 1916.djvu/42

26 Among those mouths that sing their sweethearts' praise, Your empty bed." "How should I love," I answered, "Were it not that when the dawn has lit my bed And shown my husband sleeping there, I have sighed, 'Your strength and nobleness will pass away.' Or how should love be worth its pains were it not That when he has fallen asleep within my arms, Being wearied out, I love in man the child? What can they know of love that do not know She builds her nest upon a narrow ledge Above a windy precipice?" Then he: "Seeing that when you come to the death-bed