Erotica/Kismet
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Kismet
We both shed many bitter tears,
But married in the after years,
And then
We once more parted. In the street,
As strangers now, we never greet
Each other.
I saw you walking yesterday,
Beside you, slightly streaked with grey,
Your brother,
Reminding me of years that range
Against us. Soon the latest change
Will come,
O'er you, o'er me, o'er him, o'er all,
The summoning funereal
To Home.
And when
Absolved from this world's toil and heat,
I wonder shall we ever meet
Again?
For in that other world the dead
Know each and all things—so 'tis said—
And there
The words that here Pride could not say
For once and all would clear away
Despair.