Reunited

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Reunited Author(s): Gilbert Parker Source: The Lotus Magazine, Vol. 1, No. 5 (May, 1910), p. 32 Published by: Stable URL: http://www.jstor.org/stable/20543232 . Accessed: 15/05/2014 14:35 Your use of the JSTOR archive indicates your acceptance of the Terms & Conditions of Use, available at . http://www.jstor.org/page/info/about/policies/terms.jsp . JSTOR is a not-for-profit service that helps scholars, researchers, and students discover, use, and build upon a wide range of content in a trusted digital archive. We use information technology and tools to increase productivity and facilitate new forms of scholarship. For more information about JSTOR, please contact [email protected]. . http://www.jstor.org This content downloaded from 195.78.109.189 on Thu, 15 May 2014 14:35:55 PM All use subject to JSTOR Terms and Conditions

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ReunitedAuthor(s): Gilbert ParkerSource: The Lotus Magazine, Vol. 1, No. 5 (May, 1910), p. 32Published by:Stable URL: http://www.jstor.org/stable/20543232 .

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THE Reunited. at LOTUS By Gilbert Parker. (b. 1862.)

\W1HEN you and I have play'd the little hour, Have seen the tall subaltern, Life, to Death

Yield up his sword; and, smiling, draw the breath,

The first long breath of freedom; when the flower

Of Recompense hath flutter'd to our feet,

As to an actor's; and, the curtain down,

We turn to face each other all alone

Alone, we two, who never yet did meet,

Alone, and absolute, and free: 0 then,

0 then, most dear, how shall be told the tale?

Clasp'd hands, press'd lips, and so clasp'd hands again;

No words. But as the proud wind fills the sail,

My love to yours shall reach, then one deep moan

Of joy, and then our infinite Alone.

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