In the End

by Sara Teasdale
All that could never be said,
 All that could never be done,
Wait for us at last
 Somewhere back of the sun;
All the heart broke to forego
 Shall be ours without pain,
We shall take them as lightly as girls
 Pluck flowers after rain.
And when they are ours in the end
 Perhaps after all
The skies will not open for us
 Nor heaven be there at our call.