Poems 1905-1908
Second Best
Day that I Have Loved
Sleeping Out: Full Moon
In Examination
Pine-Trees and the Sky: Evening
Wagner
The Vision of the Archangels
Seaside
On the Death of Smet-Smet, the Hippopotamus-Goddess
The Song of the Pilgrims
The Song of the Beasts
Failure
Ante Aram
Dawn
The Call
The Wayfarers
The Beginning
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The Wayfarers
Is it the hour? We leave this resting-place
Made fair by one another for a while.
Now, for a god-speed, one last mad embrace;
The long road then, unlit by your faint smile.
Ah! the long road! and you so far away!
Oh, I'll remember! but . . . each crawling day
Will pale a little your scarlet lips, each
mile
Dull the dear pain of your remembered face.
. . . Do you think there's a far border town, somewhere,
The desert's edge, last of the lands we know,
Some gaunt eventual limit
of our light,
In which I'll find you waiting; and we'll go
Together, hand in hand again, out there,
Into the waste we know not,
into the night?
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