Posted by: W. E. Poplaski | June 8, 2009


by Susan Marr Spalding (1841 – 1908).


Two shall be born the whole wide world apart; 
And speak in different tongues, and have no thought 
Each of the other’s being, and no heed; 
And these o’er unknown seas to unknown lands 
Shall cross, escaping wreck, defying death,                          5
And all unconsciously shape every act 
And bend each wandering step to this one end,— 
That, one day, out of darkness, they shall meet 
And read life’s meaning in each other’s eyes. 
And two shall walk some narrow way of life                         10
So nearly side by side, that should one turn 
Ever so little space to left or right 
They needs must stand acknowledged face to face. 
And yet, with wistful eyes that never meet, 
With groping hands that never clasp, and lips                       15
Calling in vain to ears that never hear, 
They seek each other all their weary days 
And die unsatisfied—and this is Fate!


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