| Andrew Macphail, comp. The Book of Sorrow. 1916. | | | XI. O Come Quickly
Obviam | | By Thomas Edward Brown (1830–1897) |
| | | I NEEDS must meet him, for he hath beset | |
| All roads that men do travel, hill and plain; | |
| Nor aught that breathes shall pass | |
| Unchallenged of his debt. | |
| But what and if, when I shall whet | 5 |
| My front to meet him, then, as in a glass, | |
| Darkly, I shall behold that he is twain— | |
| Earthward a mask of jet, | |
| Heavenward a coronet | |
| Sun-flushed with roseate gleams—In any case | 10 |
| It hardly can be called a mortal pain | |
| To meet whom met I ne’er shall meet again. | | | | |
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