Friend! many a year hath passed
Since last I clasped thine hand–
It may be we shall meet no more
Till in the Heavenly land;
Still grief can ne’er erase, nor joy
Eclipse, the bliss hath been;
And us one ceaseless, burning thought
Still oscillates between.
And yet another name there is,–
The fates ask always three–
With thine, dear friend, and mine conjoined,
In endless unity;
Yet all are severed, as by death,
At Destiny’s command;
And though a thousand read these lines
But twain shall understand.
(Philip James Bailey)
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