How say ye “We loved once,”
Blasphemers—Is your earth not cold enow,
Mourners, without that snow?
Ah, friends, and would ye wrong each other so?
And could ye say of some whose love is known,
Whose prayers have met your own,
Whose tears have fallen for you, whose smiles have shone
So long,—“We loved them ONCE”?
—E. B. Browning.
