SEVEN years, seven happy, careless years We sat together, you and I, Knew the same hopes, the self-same fears, Shared the same joys, shed the same tears, And were companions utterly. Who now can say what part of you Is mine, or yours what part of me, So long our comradeship, so true? One song, one book, one play, we grew Past brotherhood, so near were we. Now you are taken, I am left, And more than years between us roll; Yet am I not wholly bereft — Too close our union to be cleft, Too single not to be one soul. A share of you lives on in me, A share of me is lost to view; Half of those seven years is free Beyond this life, a half I see Within my heart, still shared with you. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HABEAS CORPUS by HELEN MARIA HUNT FISKE JACKSON WILLIAM LLOYD GARRISON by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL THE BERG (A DREAM) by HERMAN MELVILLE THE POET'S SONG FOR HIS WIFE by BRYAN WALLER PROCTER THE BARN by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN AUTHORS IN LONDON by CHARLES WILLIAM BRODRIBB WRITTEN ON RETURNING TO THE P. OF I. ON 10 JANUARY 1827 by EMILY JANE BRONTE |