The Narrow Path

We met on the narrow path along the cliff-face,
Where there's no room for one to step aside:
And neither felt like turning back on his footsteps—
And so he died.

For many a day we had known the thing would happen,
Since I had found them together—that he and I
Would face each other at last on the narrow pathway—
And one should die.
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