Last Sunday night I read the saddening story <br />Of the unanswered love of fair Elaine, <br />The `faith unfaithful' and the joyless glory <br />Of Lancelot, `groaning in remorseful pain.' <br /> <br />I thought of all those nights in wintry weather, <br />Those Sunday nights that seem not long ago, <br />When we two read our Poet's words together, <br />Till summer warmth within our hearts did glow. <br /> <br />Ah, when shall we renew that bygone pleasure, <br />Sit down together at our Merlin's feet, <br />Drink from one cup the overflowing measure, <br />And find, in sharing it, the draught more sweet? <br /> <br />That time perchance is far, beyond divining. <br />Till then we drain the `magic cup' apart; <br />Yet not apart, for hope and memory twining <br />Smile upon each, uniting heart to heart.<br /><br />Robert Fuller Murray<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-j-r/
