Crazy Jane and Jack the Journeyman

I know， although when looks meet
     I tremble to the bone，
     The more I leave the door unlatched
     The sooner love is gone，
     For love is but a skein unwound
     Between the dark and dawn.
     A lonely ghost the ghost is
     That to God shall come；
     I—love‘s skein upon the ground，
     My body in the tomb—
     Shall leap into the light lost
     In my mother‘s womb.
     But were I left to lie alone
     In an empty bed，
     The skein so bound us ghost to ghost
     When he turned his head
     Passing on the road that night，
     Mine would walk being dead.