When 'twas my hap to meet you, for awhile <br />Our paths together lay—and each one brought <br />Heart to feel heart, and thought to answer thought; <br />And our brief converse has been as a smile <br />Upon a sorrowful face,—sweet—sad—and now <br />It dies away, and we must say farewell: <br />The strain is closing,—the spring leaves to flow,— <br />And our good fellowship in the past must dwell. <br />Yet, let there be no parting. In my heart <br />I hold you, and your looks and words; I pray, <br />In your remembrance let me keep a part, <br />And let us still be friends—true friends alway;— <br />Still holding converse in that inner life, <br />Where Time and Absence wage with Love no strife.<br /><br />Frances Anne Kemble<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/lines-to/
