WHEN AND WHERE

I wonder “when” and I wonder “where” The Angel of Death will come, And, laying a finger on lids and lips, Will strike me blind and dumb. I wonder “when” and I wonder “where”! Like the skeleton at the feast, ’Mid laughter and mirth this thought finds birth Where it is welcome least. I wonder “when” and I wonder “where”— In my prime or old age hoar, At home, with my loved ones round my bed, Or alone on an alien shore. I wonder “when” and I wonder “where!” Is God not over all? He knows the time and He knows the place Who marks a sparrow’s fall.