Katharine Lee Bates

Aug. 12, 1859 - Mar. 28, 1929

 

The Tryst

by Katharine Lee Bates

Written after the first operation.

I had come to the trysting place
To meet with Grief.
Like flint I had set my face,
Lest when the dark hour strike
My heart should crumble like
A withered leaf.

Under the aspen tree
I waited till
The stars made sport of me,
Finding it curious
A soul should shudder thus
Before God's will.

A bell began to throb,
And ere it missed
The echo of my sob,
Like silver sunrise flame
Joy through the shadows came
To keep the tryst.

Source:

Yellow Clover: A Book Of Remembrance
Copyright 1922
E. P. Dutton & Company, New York
 
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