IT IS THE LAST MEETING.
I
It is the last meeting, I know it too well;
And near you to-morrow no more I shall dwell
Those sweet days are gone! 'Twas folly, I know,
I once would not let myself think they could go.
At night, when one day of enjoyment was past,
I could look to another as bright as the last.
My fate is decided, alone I shall dwell,
It is the last meeting, receive my farewell.
II
I blame not your going, the error was mine:
I suffered Love's fetters around me to twine;
At first they are feeble, and little we think
How soon Time will strengthen each delicate link.
I ought to have known that my wishes were vain,
That the world would recall its young truant again.
My fate is decided, alone I shall dwell,
It is the last meeting, receive my farewell.
