Last Night, I Was On The Threshold

The Night Is Darkening Round Me, The Wild Winds Coldly Blow; But A Tyrant Spell Has Bound Me, And I Cannot, Cannot Go.

I'm Wearying To Escape Into That Glorious World, And To Be Always There; Not Seeing It Dimly Through Tears, And Yearning For It Through The Walls Of An Aching Heart; But Really With It, And In It.

Good Words," I Replied. "but Deeds Must Prove It Also; And After He Is Well, Remember You Don't Forget Resolutions Formed In The Hour Of Fear.

But You Might As Well Bid A Man Struggling In The Water, Rest Within Arm's Length Of The Shore! I Must Reach It First, And Then I'll Rest.

How Cruel, Your Veins Are Full Of Ice-water And Mine Are Boiling