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MEETING.
[Gregory.]
ONLY a look that questioned me, "True, still?"
Only mine eyes that answered back, "True, still."
If I had faltered once, had swerved but once,
If I had wandered, dreaming, past our faith,
Then the soft eyes had slain me, left me dead.
Only this faith of ours between us, love ;
Only this anchor, buried in deep seas :
Two ships that sail apart all round the world,
Yet hold together in the quiet deep, —
Calm overhead, or storm, the anchor holds.
