Treasure Island

Julia Caroline (Ripley) Dorr

(1825-1913 / the United States)

To A Late Comer


Why didst thou come into my life so late?
If it were morning I could welcome thee
With glad all-hails, and bid each hour to be
The willing servitor of thine estate,
Lading thy brave ships with Time's richest freight;
If it were noonday I might hope to see
On some fair height thy banners floating free,
And hear the acclaiming voices call thee great!
But it is nightfall and the stars are out;
Far in the west the crescent moon hangs low,
And near at hand the lurking shadows wait;
Darkness and silence gather round about,
Lethe's black stream is near its overflow,-
Ah, friend, dear, friend, why didst thou come so late?

Submitted: Saturday, September 04, 2010

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