WE met hand to hand, We clasped hands close and fast, As close as oak and ivy stand: But it is past; Come day, come night, day comes at last. We loosed hand from hand, We parted face from face: Each went his way to his own land At his own pace, Each went to fill his separate place. If we should meet one day, If both should not forget, We shall clasp hands the accustomed way, As when we met, So long ago, as I remember yet. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CYCLAMENS by KATHERINE HARRIS BRADLEY ENVOY, TO 'MORE SONGS FROM VAGABONDIA' by RICHARD HOVEY THE OWL AND THE PUSSY CAT by EDWARD LEAR TWO VARIATIONS ON AN OLD NURSEY RHYME: 2 by EDITH SITWELL CRADLE SONG (TO A TUNE OF BLAKE'S): 2 by ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE ODES: BOOK 1: ODE 14. TO THE HON. CHARLES TOWNSHEND - FROM THE COUNTRY by MARK AKENSIDE |