He says--until they joined. I see
The gifts he brought; but where were mine
That he should say "I too have need of thee?"

Without the threshold of his heart I wait
Abashed, afraid to enter where
So radiant a company do meet,
Yet enter boldly, knowing I am there.

Whether his hand shall press my latch to-night,
To-morrow, matters not. He came
Unsummoned, he will come again; and I,
Though dead, shall answer to my name.

And yet, dear friend, in whom I rest content,
Speak to me _now_--lest when we meet
Where tears and hunger have no grace,
A little word of friendship be less sweet.




ON NE BADINE PAS AVEC LA MORT

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The dew was full of sun that morn
_(Oh I heard the doves in the ladyricks coop!)_
As he crossed the meadows beyond the corn,
Watching his falcon in the blue.