Lines To —. by Frances Anne Kemble
When ’twas my hap to meet you, for awhile
Our paths together lay—and 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,—sweet—sad—and 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 friends—true friends alway,—
Still holding converse in that inner life,
Where Time and Absence wage with Love no strife.