When At The Last
By Katharine Lee Bates
When at the last I lift my lids to brook
The close-bent face of Death, perchance I'll see
Your wide, sweet eyes, with their eternal look
Of childhood, smiling through the mist on me.
Source Book
Yellow Clover: A Book Of Remembrance
by Katharine Lee Bates
Copyright 1922
Published by E. P. Dutton & Company, New York
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