Be patient, Life, when Love is at the gate,
And when he enters let him be at home.
Think of the roads that he has had to roam.
Think of the years that he has had to wait.
Wrap the earth in cloudy weather
For a shroud.
We have slipped the earthly tether,
We’re above the cloud.
Perhaps it is no matter that you died.
Life’s an incognito which you saw through:
You never told on life—you had your pride;
I had a dream and I awoke with it—
Poor little thing that I had not unclasped
After the kiss good-by.