Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, GATES OF UNREMEMBRANCE, by EDITH MATILDA THOMAS

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GATES OF UNREMEMBRANCE, by             Poet's Biography
First Line: Could we but guess, beyond the gates-on-gates
Last Line: With shaping hands!

COULD we but guess, beyond the gates-on-gates,
Who waits!
Who sowed that misty acreage, -- our own,
Whereof the casual sheaves our garners fill
With Good and Ill!
Could we but guess, -- we scarce would claim as ours
These gifts and powers --
But oh, ourselves in full we might forgive,
And live!
Could we but know -- past each ascending gate
Is Fate;
And nothing can we do, for there she stands
With shaping hands!

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