TWILIGHT NIGHT.

We met, hand to hand,

We clasped hands close and fast,

As close as oak and ivy stand;

But it is past:

Come day, come night, day comes at last.

We loosed hand from hand,

We parted face from face;

Each went his way to his own land

At his own pace:

Each went to fill his separate place.

If we should meet one day,

If both should not forget.

We shall clasp hands the accustomed way,

As when we met

So long ago, as I remember yet.