Two Who Crossed a Line
(She Crosses)
FROM where she stood the air she cravedSmote with the smell of pine;It was too much to bear; she bravedHer gods and crossed the line.And we were hurt to see her go,With her fair face and hair,And veins too thin and blue to showWhat mingled blood flowed there.We envied her a while, who stillPursued the hated track;Then we forgot her name, untilOne day her shade came back.Calm as a wave without a crest,Sorrow-proud and sorrow-wise,With trouble sucking at her breast,With tear-disdainful eyes,She slipped into her ancient place,And, no word asked, gave none;Only the silence in her faceSaid seats were dear in the sun.
FROM where she stood the air she cravedSmote with the smell of pine;It was too much to bear; she bravedHer gods and crossed the line.And we were hurt to see her go,With her fair face and hair,And veins too thin and blue to showWhat mingled blood flowed there.We envied her a while, who stillPursued the hated track;Then we forgot her name, untilOne day her shade came back.Calm as a wave without a crest,Sorrow-proud and sorrow-wise,With trouble sucking at her breast,With tear-disdainful eyes,She slipped into her ancient place,And, no word asked, gave none;Only the silence in her faceSaid seats were dear in the sun.
FROM where she stood the air she cravedSmote with the smell of pine;It was too much to bear; she bravedHer gods and crossed the line.
FROM where she stood the air she craved
FROM where she stood the air she craved
Smote with the smell of pine;
It was too much to bear; she braved
Her gods and crossed the line.
And we were hurt to see her go,With her fair face and hair,And veins too thin and blue to showWhat mingled blood flowed there.
And we were hurt to see her go,
With her fair face and hair,
And veins too thin and blue to show
What mingled blood flowed there.
We envied her a while, who stillPursued the hated track;Then we forgot her name, untilOne day her shade came back.
We envied her a while, who still
Pursued the hated track;
Then we forgot her name, until
One day her shade came back.
Calm as a wave without a crest,Sorrow-proud and sorrow-wise,With trouble sucking at her breast,With tear-disdainful eyes,
Calm as a wave without a crest,
Sorrow-proud and sorrow-wise,
With trouble sucking at her breast,
With tear-disdainful eyes,
She slipped into her ancient place,And, no word asked, gave none;Only the silence in her faceSaid seats were dear in the sun.
She slipped into her ancient place,
And, no word asked, gave none;
Only the silence in her face
Said seats were dear in the sun.