The day will dawn when one of us shall hearken <br /> In vain to hear a voice that has grown dumb. <br />And morns will fade, noons pale, and shadows darken, <br /> While sad eyes watch for feet that never come. <br />One of us two must sometime face existence <br /> Alone with the memories that but sharpen pain. <br />And these sweet days shall shine back in the distance, <br /> Like dreams of summer dawns, in nights of rain. <br />One of us two, with tortured heart half broken, <br /> Shall read long-treasured letters through salt tears, <br />Shall kiss with anguished lips each cherished token, <br /> That speaks of these love-crowned, delicious years. <br />One of us two shall find all light, all beauty, <br /> All joy on earth, a tale for ever done; <br />Shall know henceforth that life means only duty. <br /> O God! O God! have pity on that one.<br /><br />Ella Wheeler Wilcox<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/one-of-us-two/
