A guest in the East, when you go away You may bear, as a sign of your pleasant stay, A stick or a pebble broken in two, And half is your host's, and half is for you. Henceforth, in the tangled path of men, If fate should bring you together again, However changed you may both have grown, The halves are joined and the friends are known. Ah, thus of the men I may chance to meet, At home or abroad, in shop or in street: They are mine, though daily their forms I see, Only when, soul to soul, they can match with me! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest... |