The Bridge...

I have come a long way today;
On a strange bridge alone.
Remembering friends, old friends,
People I though was my friends.
I rest, without smile or moan,
As they remember me without 
Smile or moan.

All are behind, the kind and the
Unkind too, no more to-night than a
Dream.
The stream runs softly yet drowns the
Past.
The dark-lit stream has drowned the
future and the Past...

No traveller has rest more blest than 
This moment brief between two lives,
When the Night's first lights and shades
Hide what has never been,
things goodlier, lovelier, dearer,
Than will be or have been.