Page:All quiet along the Potomac and other poems.djvu/208

From Wikisource
Jump to: navigation, search
This page needs to be proofread.


But now, old friend, all journeying For us will soon be over ;

Sorrow has built a sombre bridge With piers of churchyard clover,

Till, blended as they used to be, Our shadows, longer growing,

Lie yonder on the other side, Over the white snow showing

A bended head, a planted staff, Nor trees nor kerchief blowing ;

The Shadow lies behind us, friend The light, the way we re going.


1 NEVER knew an angel, Except the ones in books ; I don t believe a mortal

Knows how an angel looks. We guess at something misty

With trailing wings of white, With amber tresses floating, And garments strangely bright.

But I believe earth s angels Walk here in mortal guise,

Though we discern but faintly Through heavy-lidded eyes,

�� �