I should not dare to leave my friend,
\nBecause — because if he should die
\nWhile I was gone, and I — too late —
\nShould reach the heart that wanted me;<\/p>\n
If I should disappoint the eyes
\nThat hunted, hunted so, to see,
\nAnd could not bear to shut until
\nThey “noticed” me — they noticed me;<\/p>\n
If I should stab the patient faith
\nSo sure I ‘d come — so sure I ‘d come,
\nIt listening, listening, went to sleep
\nTelling my tardy name, —<\/p>\n
My heart would wish it broke before,
\nSince breaking then, since breaking then,
\nWere useless as next morning’s sun,
\nWhere midnight frosts had lain!<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"