 | The Poems of Richard Watson Gilder |  |
FRIENDSHIP
TO ---
From the happy first time
That we met—and wondered,
I from thee and thou from me
Ne'er in soul were sundered.
That we met—and wondered,
I from thee and thou from me
Ne'er in soul were sundered.
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No regret, no blaming;
Absence has not shaken:
Far apart, still close in heart;
Undoubting, unforsaken.
Absence has not shaken:
Far apart, still close in heart;
Undoubting, unforsaken.
As the circle narrows
We draw near and nearer;
So, old friend! as comes the end
Thou art dearer, dearer.
We draw near and nearer;
So, old friend! as comes the end
Thou art dearer, dearer.
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