HAVE we not met, and must we weep Because our paths divide? Have we not climb'd by crag and steep Love's summit, side by side? Our sun, if we had never met, In passionless content had set. Have we not met, and can we find No solace of our pain? Tho' much in parting were resign'd, Doth nothing sweet remain? Thou wouldst not we had never met, And thou been spared this wild regret? Have we not met—and loved the more This Eden-earth of ours? And shall we not to God restore This flower of all His flowers? While in a happier Eden set Our love shall bloom beyond regret. |