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