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FATE
Two shall be born, the whole wide world apart,
And speak in different
tongues and have no thought
Each of the other's being, and no heed.
And
these, o'er unknown seas, to unknown lands
Shall cross, escaping wreck,
defying death;
And all unconsciously shape every act
And bend each
wandering step to this one end -
That, one day, out of darkness they shall
meet
And read life's meaning in each other's eyes.
And two shall walk some narrow way of life
So nearly side by side that,
should one turn
Ever so little space to left or right,
They needs must
stand acknowledged, face to face.
And, yet, with wistful eyes that never
meet
And groping hands that never clasp and lips
Calling in vain to ears
that never hear,
They seek each other all their weary days
And die
unsatisfied - and this is Fate!
Susan Marr Spalding [1841-1908]
From: Stevenson, Burton Egbert.
The Home Book of Verse.
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