Arthur Quiller-Couch, ed. 1919. The Oxford Book of English Verse: 1250–1900.
George Crabbe. 17541832480. Meeting
MY Damon was the first to wake | |
The gentle flame that cannot die; | |
My Damon is the last to take | |
The faithful bosom’s softest sigh: | |
The life between is nothing worth, | 5 |
O cast it from thy thought away! | |
Think of the day that gave it birth, | |
And this its sweet returning day. | |
Buried be all that has been done, | |
Or say that naught is done amiss; | 10 |
For who the dangerous path can shun | |
In such bewildering world as this? | |
But love can every fault forgive, | |
Or with a tender look reprove; | |
And now let naught in memory live | 15 |
But that we meet, and that we love. |