And with him rose at last the relentless fear,
Like a harsh face never to be pushed back,
Between your face and mine; till all the terror,
The loneliness, the irrevocable fate,
In the dim twilight hugged me, and a cry,
Up from my self to your self, would have rent
My hesitant lips, in the great need, to you
Turned for the last compassion.... But you slept.
At peace you lay. Over you in the dawn
I leaned, and knew you truly what you were.