Let us begin, dear love, where we left off; <br /> Tie up the broken threads of that old dream; <br /> And go on happy as before; and seem <br />Lovers again, though all the world may scoff. <br /> <br />Let us forget the graves, which lie between <br /> Our parting and our meeting, and the tears <br /> That rusted out the goldwork of the years; <br />The frosts that fell upon our gardens green. <br /> <br />Let us forget the cold malicious Fate <br /> Who made our loving hearts her idle toys, <br /> And once more revel in the old sweet joys <br />Of happy love. Nay, it is not too late! <br /> <br />Forget the deep-ploughed furrows in my brow; <br /> Forget the silver gleaming in my hair; <br /> Look only in my eyes! Oh! darling, there <br />The old love shone no warmer then than now. <br /> <br />Down in the tender depths of thy dear eyes, <br /> I find the lost sweet memory of my youth, <br /> Bright with the holy radiance of thy truth, <br />And hallowed with the blue of summer skies. <br /> <br />Tie up the broken threads, and let us go, <br /> Like reunited lovers, hand in hand, <br /> Back, and yet onward, to the sunny land <br />Of our To Be, which was our Long Ago.<br /><br />Ella Wheeler Wilcox<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/reunited/
