 | The poems of Thomas Bailey Aldrich |  |
RENCONTRE
Toiling across the Mer de Glace,
I thought of, longed for thee;
What miles between us stretched, alas!—
What miles of land and sea!
I thought of, longed for thee;
What miles between us stretched, alas!—
What miles of land and sea!
My foe, undreamed of, at my side
Stood suddenly, like Fate.
For those who love, the world is wide,
But not for those who hate.
Stood suddenly, like Fate.
For those who love, the world is wide,
But not for those who hate.
| The poems of Thomas Bailey Aldrich | |