Meeting
George Crabbe
1754 to 1832
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The life between is nothing worth,
O cast it from thy thought away!
And this its sweet returning day.
MY Damon was the first to wake
Or say that naught is done amiss;
Think of the day that gave it birth,
For who the dangerous path can shun
And now let naught in memory live
Buried be all that has been done,
Or with a tender look reprove;
But that we meet, and that we love.
In such bewildering world as this?
My Damon is the last to take
But love can every fault forgive,
The gentle flame that cannot die;
The faithful bosom's softest sigh: