 | [Poems by Payne in] John Howard Payne ... his life and writings |  |
THE MEETINGS OF LOVERS.
Oh, how sweet, how sweet,
The rapture felt at last,
Wearisome exile past,
When lovers meet, when lovers meet!
The rapture felt at last,
Wearisome exile past,
When lovers meet, when lovers meet!
Then love's sorrow fleet!
Hours so hard to bear between
Are as though they ne'er had been,
When lovers meet, when lovers meet!
Hours so hard to bear between
Are as though they ne'er had been,
When lovers meet, when lovers meet!
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