An old man comes upon a deep chasm while traveling alone on a highway as evening falls. He crosses the vast, sullen tide safely in the twilight. Rather than continuing on his way after reaching the other side, he turns and builds a bridge across the chasm. When asked by a fellow traveler why he is building the bridge so late when he will be done with his journey by day's end, the old man responds that another youth will follow the same path after him and may encounter danger from the chasm in the dim light, so he is building the bridge for the young man who comes after.
An old man comes upon a deep chasm while traveling alone on a highway as evening falls. He crosses the vast, sullen tide safely in the twilight. Rather than continuing on his way after reaching the other side, he turns and builds a bridge across the chasm. When asked by a fellow traveler why he is building the bridge so late when he will be done with his journey by day's end, the old man responds that another youth will follow the same path after him and may encounter danger from the chasm in the dim light, so he is building the bridge for the young man who comes after.
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An old man comes upon a deep chasm while traveling alone on a highway as evening falls. He crosses the vast, sullen tide safely in the twilight. Rather than continuing on his way after reaching the other side, he turns and builds a bridge across the chasm. When asked by a fellow traveler why he is building the bridge so late when he will be done with his journey by day's end, the old man responds that another youth will follow the same path after him and may encounter danger from the chasm in the dim light, so he is building the bridge for the young man who comes after.
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Came, at the evening, cold and gray, To a chasm, vast, and deep, and wide, Through which was flowing a sullen tide.
The old man crossed in the twilight dim;
The sullen stream had no fears for him; But he turned, when safe on the other side, And built a bridge to span the tide.
“Old man,” said a fellow pilgrim, near,
“You are wasting strength with building here; Your journey will end with the ending day; You never again must pass this way; You have crossed the chasm, deep and wide – Why build you a bridge at the eventide?”
The builder lifted his old gray head:
“Good friend, in the path I have come,” he said, “There followeth after me today, A youth, whose feet must pass this way.
This chasm, that has been naught to me,
To that fair-haired youth may a pitfall be. He, too, must cross in the twilight dim; Good friend, I am building the bridge for him.”
Will Allen Dromgoole (1860-1934) was a female poet, novelist, essayist and journalist. She was named Poet Laureate by the Poetry Society of the South in 1930.