Meeting
George Crabbe
1754 to 1832
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MY Damon was the first to wake
The flame that cannot die;
My Damon is the last take
The faithful bosom’s softest sigh:
The life is nothing worth,
O cast it from thy away!
Think of the day that gave it birth,
And this its sweet returning day.
Buried be all has been done,
Or say that naught is amiss;
For who the dangerous path can shun
such bewildering world as this?
But love can every forgive,
Or with a tender look reprove;
And let naught in memory live
But that we meet, and that we love.