Meeting

George Crabbe

1754 to 1832

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Think of the day that gave it birth,
  And this its sweet returning day.
For who the dangerous path can shun
My Damon is the last to take
  But that we meet, and that we love.
  In such bewildering world as this?
MY Damon was the first to wake
Buried be all that has been done,
  Or with a tender look reprove;
  O cast it from thy thought away!
  Or say that naught is done amiss;
And now let naught in memory live
The life between is nothing worth,
But love can every fault forgive,
  The gentle flame that cannot die;
  The faithful bosom's softest sigh: