| Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917. |
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| 105. Meeting |
| | | By Arthur Davison Ficke |
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| GRAY-ROBED WANDERER in steep … Wanderer … | |
| You also move among | |
| Those silent halls | |
| Dim on the shore of the unsailed deep? | |
| And your footfalls, yours also, Wanderer, | 5 |
| Faint through those twilight corridors have rung? | |
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| Of late my eyes have seen … Wanderer … | |
| Amid the shadows’ gloom | |
| Of that sleep-girdled place | |
| I should have known such joy could not have been— | 10 |
| To see your face: and yet, Wanderer, | |
| What hopes seem vain beneath the night in bloom? | |
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| Wearily I awake … Wanderer … | |
| Your look of old despair, | |
| Like a dying star, | 15 |
| In morning vanishes. But for all memories’ sake, | |
| Though you are far, tonight, O Wanderer, | |
| Tonight come, though in silence, to the shadows there … | |
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