Page:Poems, Volume 1, Coates, 1916.djvu/200

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I HEARD A VOICE


And though I strove the more,
Still through some viewless door
She ever passed before.


Heart-wearied and forespent,
With body earthward bent,
I ceased from the ascent;


Then, when hope seemed too late,
Despairing,—at Death's gate
I heard a voice say: "Wait!"