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