I NEEDS must meet him, for he hath beset All roads that men do travel, hill and plain; Nor aught that breathes shall pass Unchallenged of his debt. But what and if, when I shall whet My front to meet him, then, as in a glass, Darkly, I shall behold that he is twain -- Earthward a mask of jet, Heavenward a coronet Sun-flushed with roseate gleams -- In any case It hardly can be called a mortal pain To meet whom met I ne'er shall meet again. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PRESIDENT GARFIELD by GEORGE SANTAYANA THE BALLAD OF THE DARK LADIE; A FRAGMENT by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE THE EARL O' QUARTERDECK by GEORGE MACDONALD ARMS AND THE BOY by WILFRED OWEN THE PRAYER PERFECT by JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY ALBERT SIDNEY JOHNSTON [APRIL 6, 1862] by KATE BROWNLEE SHERWOOD |