Meeting
George Crabbe
1754 to 1832
Track 1
Reconstruct the poem by dragging each line into its correct position. Your goal is to reassemble the original poem as accurately as possible. As you move the lines, you'll see whether your arrangement is correct, helping you explore the poem's flow and meaning. You can also print out the jumbled poem to cut up and reassemble in the classroom. Either way, take your time, enjoy the process, and discover how the poet's words come together to create something truly beautiful.
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O cast it from thy thought away!
But love can every fault forgive,
Buried be all that has been done,
The faithful bosom's softest sigh:
And now let naught in memory live
The life between is nothing worth,
Or say that naught is done amiss;
The gentle flame that cannot die;
Or with a tender look reprove;
But that we meet, and that we love.
And this its sweet returning day.
In such bewildering world as this?
MY Damon was the first to wake
For who the dangerous path can shun
Think of the day that gave it birth,
My Damon is the last to take