African American Poetry (1870-1928): A Digital Anthology

T. Thomas Fortune, "Beyond the Veil" (1905)


Across our path a sunbeam gently lies;
We know not whence it came; we think we know;
But, as we watch its glories come and go,
It fades away! Whither? Into the skies?
We seek to follow it, with blinking eyes,
Beyond the Veil—of which we nothing know!
But e'en imagination is too slow
To chase a sunbeam as it heavenward flies.
The fairest and the dearest objects fade,
Just as a sunbeam comes and glides away;
But, e'en while lingering in the gloom and shade,
Struggling through sorrow's night into the day,
   We feel "'tis better to have loved and lost
   Than never to have loved"—whate'er the cost.

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