You Make No Answer

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Title:     You Make No Answer
Author: Max Eastman [More Titles by Eastman]

You make no answer. You have stolen away
Deliberately in that twilight sorrow
Where the dark flame that is your being shines
So well. Mysterious and deeply tender
In your motion you have softly left me,
And the little path along the house is still.
And I, a child forsaken of its mother,
I, a pilgrim leaning for a friend,
Grow faint, and tell myself in terror that
My love reborn and burning shall yet bring you--
More than friend and slender-bodied mother--
O sweet-passioned spirit, shining home!

[The end]
Max Eastman's poem: You Make No Answer

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