On a sheer peak of joy we meet;
Below us hums the abyss;
Death either way allures our feet
If we take one step amiss.
One moment let us drink the blue
Transcendent air together-
Then down where the same old work's to do
In the same dull daily weather.
We may not wait . . . yet look below!
How part? On this keen ridge
But one may pass. They call you-go!
My life shall be your bridge.
A Meeting
Edith Wharton
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Poem topics: death, joy, life, together, weather, work, blue, wait, moment, bridge, drink, step, peak, daily, I love you, I miss you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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