Where are you--you whose loving breath br Alone can stay my soul from death? br The world's so wide, I seek it through, br Yet--dare I dream to win to you? br Perhaps your dear desired feet br Pass me in this grey muddy street. br Your face, it may be, has its shrine br In that dull house that's next to mine. br But I believe, O Life, O Fate, br That when I call on Death and wait br One moment at the unclosing gate br I shall turn back for one last gaze br Along the trampled, sordid ways, br And in the sunset see at last, br Just as the barred gate holds me fast, br Your face, your face, too late.