HIS SHARE AND MINE.
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His sweet eyes were so clear and lovely, but
To look into the world's wild light and shut:
To look into the world's wild light and shut:
Down in the dust they have their share of sleep;
Their share of tears is left for me to weep.
Their share of tears is left for me to weep.
His sweet mouth had its share of kisses—Oh!
What love, what anguish, will he ever know?
What love, what anguish, will he ever know?
Its share of thirst, and murmuring, and moan,
And cries unsatisfied, shall be my own.
And cries unsatisfied, shall be my own.
He had his share of summer. Bird and dew
Were here with him—with him they vanished, too.
Were here with him—with him they vanished, too.
His share of dying leaves, and rains, and frost,
I take, with every dreary thing he lost.
I take, with every dreary thing he lost.
The phantom of the cloud he did not see
For evermore shall overshadow me.
For evermore shall overshadow me.
He, in return, with small, still, snowy feet,
Touched the Dim Path, and made its twilight sweet.
Touched the Dim Path, and made its twilight sweet.
