ENCOMPASSED by a thousand nameless fears,
I see life’s little day begin to wane,
And hear the well-loved voices call in vain
Across the narrowing margin of my years;
And as the Valley of the Shadow nears,
Such yearning tides of tenderness and pain
Sweep over me that I can scarce restrain
The gathering flood of ineffectual tears.
Yet there are moments when the shadows bring
No sense of parting or approaching right,
But, rather, all my soul seems broadening
Before the dawn of unimagined light-
As if within the heart a folded wing
Were making ready for a wider flight.
(Helena Coleman)
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