Katharine Lee Bates
Last Lines
A task or two, and then I'll follow thee.
A weary heart where even pain seemed done.
As if a voice were uttered out of flame!
At last I'll earn my quittance and away.
Behold, we count them happy who endure.
But I shall follow in them, homeward led.
But prayer is there and fellowship of hope.
For no less offering than pulse and breath?
Her agony accomplished, her consecration won.
In aching dreams, and still you cannot come.
Is in the dancing of an April leaf.
More lightly for your loving disbelief.
My way to you whom I so long have wept.
Of childhood, smiling through the mist on me.
Of winds and leaves and birds.
Only white clover blossoms on your grave.
Poised like a bird in glad, impatient grace.
To the infinite welcome of Godhome.
We, when this old earth burns, would love to see it.
Were I ungrieved by least rebuff of thine.
When the old wound starts a-throbbing and starlight brings no rest.
Whither the fearless footsteps go.
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