THE QUARREL
Ourquarrel seemed a giant thing,It made the room feel mean and small,The books, the lamp, the furniture,The very pictures on the wall—Crowded upon us as we satPale and terrified, face to face.“Why do you stay?” she said, “my roomCan never be your resting place.”“Katinka, ere we part for life,I pray you walk once more with me.”So down the dark, familiar roadWe paced together, silently.The sky—it seemed on fire with stars!I said:—“Katinka dear, look up!”Like thirsty children, both of usDrank from that giant loving cup.“Who were thosedolls?” Katinka said.“What were their stupid, vague alarms?”And suddenly we turned and laughedAnd rushed into each other’s arms.
Ourquarrel seemed a giant thing,It made the room feel mean and small,The books, the lamp, the furniture,The very pictures on the wall—Crowded upon us as we satPale and terrified, face to face.“Why do you stay?” she said, “my roomCan never be your resting place.”“Katinka, ere we part for life,I pray you walk once more with me.”So down the dark, familiar roadWe paced together, silently.The sky—it seemed on fire with stars!I said:—“Katinka dear, look up!”Like thirsty children, both of usDrank from that giant loving cup.“Who were thosedolls?” Katinka said.“What were their stupid, vague alarms?”And suddenly we turned and laughedAnd rushed into each other’s arms.
Ourquarrel seemed a giant thing,It made the room feel mean and small,The books, the lamp, the furniture,The very pictures on the wall—
Crowded upon us as we satPale and terrified, face to face.“Why do you stay?” she said, “my roomCan never be your resting place.”
“Katinka, ere we part for life,I pray you walk once more with me.”So down the dark, familiar roadWe paced together, silently.
The sky—it seemed on fire with stars!I said:—“Katinka dear, look up!”Like thirsty children, both of usDrank from that giant loving cup.
“Who were thosedolls?” Katinka said.“What were their stupid, vague alarms?”And suddenly we turned and laughedAnd rushed into each other’s arms.