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Edith Nesbit - Faith II
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THROUGH the long night, the deathlong night, 
    Along the dark and haunted way, 
I knew your hidden face was bright-- 
    More bright than any day. 


And when the faint, insistent moan 
    Rose from some weed-grown wayside grave, 
I said, "I do not walk alone; 
`Tis easy to be brave. 


I never turned to speak with you, 
    For all the way was dark and long, 
But all the shadows` menace through 
    Your silence was my song. 


I never sought to take your hand, 
    For all the way was long and rough; 
I taught my soul to understand 
    That love was strength enough. 


Then, suddenly, the ghosts drew near, 
    A ghastly, gliding, tomb-white band; 
I called aloud for you to hear, 
    My hand besought your hand. 


No voice, no touch--the thin ghosts glide 
    Where in my dream I dreamed you were-- 
Night, night, you are not by my side, 
    You never have been there!
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