THEY parted, with clasps of hand, And kisses, and burning tears. They met, in a foreign land, After some twenty years: Met as acquaintances meet, Smilingly, tranquil-eyed -- Not even the least little beat Of the heart, upon either side! They chatted of this and that, The nothings that make up life; She in a Gainsborough hat, And he in black for his wife. Ah, what a comedy this! Neither was hurt, it appears: Yet once she had leaned to his kiss, And once he had known her tears! |