When you and I, like all things kind or cruel,
The garnered days and light evasive hours,
Are gone again to be a part of flowers
And tears and tides, in life’s divine renewal,
If some grey eve to certain eyes should wear
A deeper radiance than mere light can give,
Some silent page abruptly flush and live,
May it not be that you and I are there?
More verses by Edith Wharton
- Mould And Vase [greek Pottery Of Arezzo.]
- Moonrise Over Tyringham
- All Saints
- Margaret Of Cortona
- Aeropagus