Implant a kiss on that calm brow,
Nor turn away.
It was but yesterday that thou
Wert with love-whispers eloquent—
Thou wilt not look upon her now
That life is spent.
WHEN FRIENDS ARE PARTED.
TIME keeps no measure when true friends are parted,—
Implant a kiss on that calm brow,
Nor turn away.
It was but yesterday that thou
Wert with love-whispers eloquent—
Thou wilt not look upon her now
That life is spent.
TIME keeps no measure when true friends are parted,—