 | Gathered leaves |  |
TO ---
Dear, you are on the road to fame,And I, upon no road at all;
But wander where men's voices call,
This way and that; no two the same.
And thou wilt make thyself a name
To captivate and to enthrall.
And when the dusky years shall fall,
To live in characters of flame.
Yet to one goal our footsteps tend,
Though diversely they wander here,
Where we begin will be our end,
And I, the nameless, do not fear
That thou wilt e'er forget, my friend,
How once we called each other Dear.
| Gathered leaves | |