When 'twas my hap to meet you, for awhile
  Our paths together layand each one brought
  Heart to feel heart, and thought to answer thought;
  And our brief converse has been as a smile
  Upon a sorrowful face,sweetsadand now
  It dies away, and we must say farewell:
  The strain is closing,the spring leaves to flow,
  And our good fellowship in the past must dwell.
  Yet, let there be no parting. In my heart
  I hold you, and your looks and words; I pray,
  In your remembrance let me keep a part,
  And let us still be friendstrue friends alway;
  Still holding converse in that inner life,
  Where Time and Absence wage with Love no strife.
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written byFrances Anne Kemble
© Frances Anne Kemble


 



