ToA. J.Scott

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To A. J. Scott

When, Long Ago, the Daring of My Youth

When, long ago, the daring of my youth

Drew nigh thy greatness with a little thing,

Thou didst receive me; and thy sky of truth

Has domed me since, a heaven of sheltering,

Made homely by the tenderness and grace

Which round thy absolute friendship ever fling

A radiant atmosphere. Turn not thy face

From that small part of earnest thanks, I pray,

Which, spoken, leaves much more in speechless case.

I see thee far before me on thy way

Up the great peaks, and striding stronger still;

Thy intellect unrivalled in its sway,

Upheld and ordered by a regnant will;

Thy wisdom, seer and priest of holy fate,

Searching all truths its prophecy to fill;

But this my joy: throned in thy heart so great,

High Love is queen, and sits without a mate.