Perhaps we'll meet someday, in some far year And hardly recognize each other's face; Perhaps we'll grope a moment as we near Endeavoring to recollect the place Our ways once crossed; and then, remembering, We'll smile and let our hands reach out to touch As strangers might. So small, so brief a thing One would not think that once it meant so much. I'll think perhaps, "I'm glad he went away," And you'll think, "She has aged," and be glad too. Then we will find there's nothing much to say Beyond the things we've said, much less to do So we will part again and neither guess The other's sudden sense of loneliness. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE AGONY [AGONIE] by GEORGE HERBERT GROWING OLD by FRANCIS LEDWIDGE IN THE STILLNESS O' THE NIGHT by WILLIAM BARNES TIME'S SHADOW by MATHILDE BLIND A VISION OF POETS by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING ON REVISITING HARROW by GEORGE GORDON BYRON A LIFE IN THE COUNTRY (STANZAS FOR MUSIC) by CHARLES STUART CALVERLEY |