Half-Way, by Clara Marcelle Farrar Greene

Half-Way

Hath a very little rift,
That unnoticed came between
Our lives, widened till the cleft
Yawns a black and deep ravine?   If the breach so wide expand,
So the bridge must longer be:
One on either side we stand;
Wilt but stoop half-way to me,
Over-reaching, hand to hand,
I will span the gulf with thee!

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Clara Marcelle Farrar Greene