ONCE fondly lov'd, and still remember'd dear, <br />Sweet early object of my youthful vows, <br />Accept this mark of friendship, warm, sincere, <br />Friendship! 'tis all cold duty now allows. <br />And when you read the simple artless rhymes, <br />One friendly sigh for him—he asks no more, <br />Who, distant, burns in flaming torrid climes, <br />Or haply lies beneath th' Atlantic roar.<br /><br />Robert Burns<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/lines-to-an-old-sweetheart/
