Page:Poems, Volume 2, Coates, 1916.djvu/248

232 And the fire passed her by and left her there,

Like to a sleeping child, untouched and fair.

All—all that life withheld—is mine at last!

With love, with God,—believe me,—there's no past.

The future waits; it calls—I must not stay!

The night is over,—look! the dawn of Day!