Kismet

We both shed many bitter tears,But married in the after years,And thenWe once more parted. In the street,As strangers now, we never greetEach other.I saw you walking yesterday,Beside you, slightly streaked with grey,Your brother,Reminding me of years that rangeAgainst us. Soon the latest changeWill come,O'er you, o'er me, o'er him, o'er all,The summoning funerealTo Home.And whenAbsolved from this world's toil and heat,I wonder shall we ever meetAgain?For in that other world the deadKnow each and all things—so 'tis said—And thereThe words that here Pride could not sayFor once and all would clear awayDespair.