Isabel Ecclestone Mackay

(25 November 1875 – 15 August 1928 / Canada)

The Passer-By - Poem by Isabel Ecclestone Mackay

WE are as children in a field at play
Beside a road whose way we do not know,
Save that somewhere it meets the end of day.

Upon the road there is a Passer-By
Who, pausing, beckons one of us--and lo!
Quickly he goes, nor stays to tell us why.

One day I shall look up and see him there
Beckoning me, and with the Passer-By
I, too, shall take the road--I wonder where?

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Poem Submitted: Monday, September 6, 2010

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