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Higginson and Bigelow, comps.  American Sonnets.  1891.
To Robert Louis Stevenson
By Robert Burns Wilson (1850–1916)
BECAUSE the way is long, and we may never
  Meet face to face this side the shadowed land;
  Because—a thousand things!—because the hand
May seek in friendly, but in vain, endeavor
Some dreamed-of clasp; because, though seas may sever        5
  This kindred-seeking dust, there is no strand
  Too far for loving thoughts—spread wave or sand,
Forevermore, thought scorneth them forever:—
Therefore lest fate hold by her barrier still,
  No kindlier proving, hence, than in the past—        10
    Lest on that unknown bourn there be no meeting,—
For thee, upon the tide of good and ill
  Which floods with ceaseless flow this world, I cast
    This waif: for thee, brave heart, my soul’s best greeting.

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