A Meeting

Edith WhartonEdith Wharton

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On a sheer peak of joy we meet;
Below us hums the abyss;
Death either way allures our feet
If we take one step amiss.One moment let us drink the blue
Transcendent air together—
Then down where the same old work’s to do
In the same dull daily weather.We may not wait . . . yet look below!
How part? On this keen ridge
But one may pass. They call you—go!
My life shall be your bridg.
Edith Wharton
About the poet

Edith Wharton

Edith Newbold Jones was born into such wealth and privilege that her family inspired the phrase "keeping up with the Joneses." The youngest of three children, Edith spent her early years touring Europe with her parents and, upon the family's return to the Uni…

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