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On the Brink

  • Author: Public Ledger
  • Editor: B-7413
  • Newspaper: The Umpire volume 6
  • Page Number:
  • Date: 8 8 1917
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  • poetry
  • Public Ledger

ON THE BRINK

Yea, there is still one step to take Before the last, One word to say before I break Quite with the past.

I have gone on it seems An endless way— Running by night through dreams and dreams, But barred by day.

The gulf I can not overlap, To reach your side, In my confused and troubled sleep Seems half as wide.

For then you bend to me again, And softly call, And I forget the ceaseless pain, The shame and all.

I see the light upon your face As once it shone, Though I shall never see the place Where you have gone.

So hopeless is it now to think The time may be When that dark hour from which I shrink Shall pass from me.

And yet while fate forgets to cut This mortal breath, Before the door of life is shut By jealous death.

Before I drink the dregs of woe— Yea, while I live— O loved so vainly, let me know That you forgive!

— Unknown Author in Public Ledger.