Edith Wharton (January 24, 1862 – August 11, 1937 / New York City / United States)

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A Meeting

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 bridg.

Edith Wharton
Submitted: Tuesday, April 20, 2010


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