On a sheer peak of joy we meet; <br />Below us hums the abyss; <br />Death either way allures our feet <br />If we take one step amiss. <br /> <br />One moment let us drink the blue <br />Transcendent air together— <br />Then down where the same old work’s to do <br />In the same dull daily weather. <br /> <br />We may not wait . . . yet look below! <br />How part? On this keen ridge <br />But one may pass. They call you—go! <br />My life shall be your bridg.<br /><br />Edith Wharton<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-meeting-9/
