The Pilgrim Way
But once I pass this way,
And then—no more.
But once—and then, the Silent Door
Swings on its hinges,—
Opens... closes,—
And no more
I pass this way.
So while I may,
With all my might,
I will essay
Sweet comfort and delight,
To all I meet upon the Pilgrim Way.
For no man travels twice
The Great Highway,
That climbs through Darkness up to Light,—
Through Nigh
