Two lives that once part are as ships that divide When, moment on moment, there rushes between The one and the other a sea;— Ah, never can fall from the days that have been A gleam on the years that shall be!
A Lament. Compare: "Ships that pass in the night", Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Tales of a Wayside Inn, Part iii. "The Theologian’s Tale: Elizabeth" iv.
Memory, no less than hope, owes its charm to “the far away.”
A Lament.
When stars are in the quiet skies, Then most I pine for thee;
Bend on me then thy tender eyes, As stars look on the sea.
When Stars are in the quiet Skies.
Buy my flowers,—oh buy, I pray! The blind girl comes from afar.
Buy my Flowers.
Every man has his price, I will bribe left and right.
Walpole (1785).
No weapon that slays Its victim so surely (if well aimed) as praise.
