A WALL BETWEEN.
[A piteous thing, you know,
Half hinted, at the edge of the earth, my friend:
Clinging to its last clod, She whispers low,
Not knowing He has listened till the end.
A woman's tale (of wrong and grief),
And, therefore, none too brief.
Half hinted, at the edge of the earth, my friend:
Clinging to its last clod, She whispers low,
Not knowing He has listened till the end.
A woman's tale (of wrong and grief),
And, therefore, none too brief.
He who could leave her heart,
Spite of youth's passionate promises, to break
(While through their children's home he walked, apart,
Dumb as the dead), must, for her soul's sweet sake,
Come, at the last, in priest-disquise
To help her to the skies!]
Spite of youth's passionate promises, to break
(While through their children's home he walked, apart,
Dumb as the dead), must, for her soul's sweet sake,
Come, at the last, in priest-disquise
To help her to the skies!]
Then, do I doubt? Not so.
Though the stars wander without any Guide
Out there in loneliest dark, almost I know—
I do believe that He was crucified.
Arisen and ascended to
The Heaven? Oh, priest, I do.
Though the stars wander without any Guide
Out there in loneliest dark, almost I know—
I do believe that He was crucified.
Arisen and ascended to
The Heaven? Oh, priest, I do.
Still, you were kind to come.
Only to tell me, then, that I must die?
I knew as much. Ah me, the mouth was dumb
Only to tell me, then, that I must die?
I knew as much. Ah me, the mouth was dumb
