Do they regard the folk they were, and not The circumstance which showed their meeting must Be what it was and what it turned to, just As surely as their lives were earth for aught Some blind mischance might honeycomb, that sought The grave between them, they the witless dust, Whose birth and growth and love, decay and trust, The wound ordained must greet the death it brought? Too intricately webbed with misery, Too far apart and helpless with despair, They wait they know not for what wizardry To touch each other, vivify, repair And join the lonely beings that they are A little closer to the one they were. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE CRYSTAL GAZER by SARA TEASDALE THE RUBAIYAT, 1879 EDITION: 22 by OMAR KHAYYAM ODE SUNG AT THE OPENING OF THE INTERNATIONAL EXHIBITION by ALFRED TENNYSON THE VALLEY OF REMORSE by LOUISA SARAH BEVINGTON THE EYES OF LOVE by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON |