Andrew Macphail, comp. The Book of Sorrow. 1916.
Youth and DeathEmma Lazarus (18491887)
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Thou cold, white, silent Stranger? From my hand
Her clasped hand slips to meet the grasp of thine;
Her eyes that flamed with love, at thy command
Stare stone-blank on blank air; her frozen heart
Forgets my presence. Teach me who thou art,
Vague shadow sliding ’twixt my friend and me.
I never saw thee till this sudden hour.
What secret door gave entrance unto thee?
What power is thine, o’ermastering Love’s own power?