When I Walked Roseless Tracks And Wide, Ere Dawned Your Date For Meeting Me, O Why Did You Not Cry Halloo Across The Stretch Between, And Say: "We Move, While Years As Yet Divide, On Closing Lines Which - Though It Be You Know Me Not Nor I Know You - Will Intersect And Join Some Day!" Then Well I Had Borne Each Scraping Thorn; But The Winters Froze, And Grew No Rose; No Bridge Bestrode The Gap At All; No Shape You Showed, And I Heard No Call!