When You Had Been Dead

When you had been dead a week I entered a shining shop, And there in a neat pink row Lay little dolls made of soap.

And I thought, "I will take one home. How she will laugh to see it ! How it will bob in her bath And slip through her dripping fingers !"

Only a moment I smiled. Only a moment I dreamed it. Then my heart stood still with pain And I went out into the darkness.