The Chasm
THE CHASM
Yesterday
The world dreamed before me
A golden meadow
Silvered with rivers;
Larger than all eternity
And yet so small
That "Here is the world!"
I could say,
And lay it all
In your little hand.
But I spoke a woman's name,
And the darkness of a thousand nights
Leaped from the past,
And dug between us
A chasm of aching distance.
I called to you;
But only the years answered.
You faded, faded,
And were lost.
O phantom of today,
Méa of yesterday,
I thought there was no gulf
Our love could not bridge.
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