<b>At Midnight</b> Now at last I have come to see what life is, Nothing is ever ended, everything only begun, And the brave victories that seem so s… - Sara Teasdale

The Long Hill

I must have passed the crest a while ago
And now I am going down — Strange to have crossed the crest and not to know,
But the brambles were always grabbing at the hem of my gown.

All the morning I thought how proud I should be
To stand there straight as a queen,
Wrapped in the wind and the sun with the world under me — But the air was dull, there was little I could have seen.

It was nearly level along the beaten track
And the brambles caught in my gown — But it's no use now to think of turning back,
The rest of the way will be only going down.

But you I never understood, Your spirit's secret hides like gold Sunk in a Spanish galleon Ages ago in waters cold.

How many times we must have met
Here on the street as strangers do,
Children of chance we were, who passed
The door of heaven and never knew.