BEFORE KNOWLEDGE
Reading edition
When I walked roseless tracks and wide, Ere dawned your date for meeting me, O why did you not cry Halloo Across the stretch between, and say:
“We move, while years as yet divide, On closing lines which—though it be You know me not nor I know you— Will intersect and join some day!”
Then well I had borne Each scraping thorn; But the winters froze, And grew no rose; No bridge bestrode The gap at all; No shape you showed, And I heard no call!