Life’s tangled threads, so broken to man’s seeing,
Into one whole; I have the sudden feeling
That you are by, and look to see a face
Made in fair flesh beside me, and all my being
Thrills with the old sweet wonder and faint fear
As in that sabbath hour—how long ago!—
When you had crept so lightly to your place.
Then, then, I know
(My heart can always tell) that you are near.