 | Uncollected poems and prose of Edwin Arlington Robinson |  |
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AU REVOIR
(MARCH 23, 1909.)
What libellers of destiny
Are these who are afraid
That something yet without a name
Will seize him in the shade?
Are these who are afraid
That something yet without a name
Will seize him in the shade?
Though fever-demons may compound
Their most malefic brew,
No fever can defeat the man
Who still has work to do;
Their most malefic brew,
No fever can defeat the man
Who still has work to do;
Though mighty lions walk about,
Inimical to see,
No lion yet has ever fed
On things that are to be.
Inimical to see,
No lion yet has ever fed
On things that are to be.
Wherefore, and of necessity,
Will he meet what may come;
And from a nation will be missed
As others are from home.
Will he meet what may come;
And from a nation will be missed
As others are from home.
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