(TO W. C.) BUT once or twice we met, touched hands. To-day between us both expands A waste of tumbling waters wide, -- A waste by me as yet untried, Vague with the doubt of unknown lands. Time like a despot speeds his sands: A year he blots, a day he brands; We wa ed, we talked by Thamis' side But once or twice. What makes a friend? What filmy strands Are these that turn to iron bands? What knot is this so firmly tied That naught but Fate can now divide? -- Ah, these are things one understands But once or twice! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MY MOTHER'S BIBLE by GEORGE POPE MORRIS BODY AND SOUL by AWHAD AD-DIN 'ALI IBN VAHID MUHAMMAD KHAVARANI HINC LACHRIMAE; OR THE AUTHOR TO AURORA: 41 by WILLIAM BOSWORTH STANZAS by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING THE HIGHLAND BALOU by ROBERT BURNS THE BUGLER FROM THE PEAKS by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON THE CROWN OF THORNS by ADA CAMBRIDGE TOWARDS DEMOCRACY: PART 4. THE OCEAN OF SEX by EDWARD CARPENTER |