Friend! many a year hath passed <br />Since last I clasped thine hand-- <br />It may be we shall meet no more <br />Till in the Heavenly land; <br />Still grief can ne'er erase, nor joy <br />Eclipse, the bliss hath been; <br />And us one ceaseless, burning thought <br />Still oscillates between. <br /> <br />And yet another name there is,-- <br />The fates ask always three-- <br />With thine, dear friend, and mine conjoined, <br />In endless unity; <br />Yet all are severed, as by death, <br />At Destiny's command; <br />And though a thousand read these lines <br />But twain shall understand.<br /><br />Philip James Bailey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-mystery-13/
