205 I should not dare to leave my friend Because—because if he should die While I was gone—and I—too late Should reach the Heart that wanted me If I should disappoint the eyes That hunted—hunted so—to see And could not bear to shut until They "noticed" me—they noticed me If I should stab the patient faith So sure I'd come—so sure I'd come It listening—listening—went to sleep Telling my tardy name My Heart would wish it broke before Since breaking then—since breaking then Were useless as next morning's sun Where midnight frosts—had lain!