ALL SOULS BY EDITH WHARTON\n<\/p>\n
I
A THIN moon faints in the sky o\u00e2\u20ac\u2122erhead,
And dumb in the churchyard lie the dead.
Walk we not, Sweet, by garden ways,
Where the late rose hangs and the phlox delays,
But forth of the gate and down the road,
Past the church and the yews, to their dim abode.
For it\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s turn of the year and All Souls\u00e2\u20ac\u2122 night,
When the dead can hear and the dead have sight.<\/p>\n
II
Fear not that sound like wind in the trees:
It is only their call that comes on the breeze;
Fear not the shudder that seems to pass:
It is only the tread of their feet on the grass;
Fear not the drip of the bough as you stoop:
It is only the touch of their hands that grope \u00e2\u20ac\u201c
For the year\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s on the turn, and it\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s All Souls\u00e2\u20ac\u2122 night,
When the dead can yearn and the dead can smite.<\/p>\n
III
And where should a man bring his sweet to woo
But here, where such hundreds were lovers too?
Where lie the dead lips that thirst to kiss,
The empty hands that their fellows miss,
Where the maid and her lover, from sere to green,
Sleep bed by bed, with the worm between?
For it\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s turn of the year and All Souls\u00e2\u20ac\u2122 night,
When the dead can hear and the dead have sight.<\/p>\n
IV
And now that they rise and walk in the cold,
Let us warm their blood and give youth to the old.
Let them see us and hear us, and say: \u00e2\u20ac\u02dcAh, thus
In the prime of the year it went with us!\u00e2\u20ac\u2122
Till their lips drawn close, and so long unkist,
Forget they are mist that mingles with mist!
For the year\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s on the turn, and it\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s All Souls\u00e2\u20ac\u2122 night,
When the dead can burn and the dead can smite.<\/p>\n
V
Till they say, as they hear us \u00e2\u20ac\u201c poor dead, poor dead! \u00e2\u20ac\u201c
\u00e2\u20ac\u02dcJust an hour of this, and our age-long bed \u00e2\u20ac\u201c
Just a thrill of the old remembered pains
To kindle a flame in our frozen veins,
Just a touch, and a sight, and a floating apart,
As the chill of dawn strikes each phantom heart \u00e2\u20ac\u201c
For it\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s turn of the year and All Souls\u00e2\u20ac\u2122 night,
When the dead can hear, and the dead have sight.\u00e2\u20ac\u2122<\/p>\n
VI
And where should the living feel alive
But here in this wan white humming hive,
As the moon wastes down, and the dawn turns cold,
And one by one they creep back to the fold?
And where should a man hold his mate and say:
\u00e2\u20ac\u02dcOne more, one more, ere we go their way\u00e2\u20ac\u2122?
For the year\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s on the turn, and it\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s All Souls\u00e2\u20ac\u2122 night,
When the living can learn by the churchyard light.<\/p>\n
VII
And how should we break faith who have seen
Those dead lips plight with the mist between,
And how forget, who have seen how soon
They lie thus chambered and cold to the moon?
How scorn, how hate, how strive, we too,
Who must do so soon as those others do?
For it\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s All Souls\u00e2\u20ac\u2122 night, and break of the day,
And behold, with the light the dead are away.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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