(TO W. C.) BUT once or twice we met, touched hands. To-day between us both expands A waste of tumbling waters wide, -- A waste by me as yet untried, Vague with the doubt of unknown lands. Time like a despot speeds his sands: A year he blots, a day he brands; We wa ed, we talked by Thamis' side But once or twice. What makes a friend? What filmy strands Are these that turn to iron bands? What knot is this so firmly tied That naught but Fate can now divide? -- Ah, these are things one understands But once or twice! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONNET (ON RECEIVING A LETTER INFORMING ME OF THE BIRTH OF A SON) by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE GENTLEMEN-RANKERS by RUDYARD KIPLING SONNETS TO LAURA IN LIFE: 131 by PETRARCH AT FONT-GEORGES by THEODORE FAULLAIN DE BANVILLE NATALITIUM: MARTIJ 13, 1645 by JOSEPH BEAUMONT |