THROUGH
THE TWILIGHT
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THE
red vines bar my window way;
The Autumn sleeps
beside his fire,
For he has sent this fleet-foot day
A year’s march back to bring to me
One face whose smile
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light my star.
Surely you will come near and speak,
This calm of death
from the day to sever!
And so I shall draw down your cheek
Close to my face—So close!—and know
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God’s
hand between our hands forever
Will
set no bar.
Before the dusk falls—even now
I know your step
along the gravel,
And catch your quiet poise of brow,
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And
wait so long till you turn the latch!
Is the way so hard
you had to travel?
Is
the land so far?
The dark has shut your eyes from mine,
But in this hush
of brooding weather
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A gleam
on twilight’s gathering line
Has riven the barriers of dream:
Soul of my soul, we
are together
As
the angels are! |
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