OUR hands have met, but not our hearts; Our hands will never meet again. Friends, if we have ever been, Friends we cannot now remain: I only know I loved you once, I only know I loved in vain; Our hands have met, but not our hearts; Our hands will never meet again! Then farewell to heart and hand! I would our hands had never met: Even the outward form of love Must be resign'd with some regret. Friends, we still might seem to be, If I my wrong could e'er forget; Our hands have join'd, but not our hearts; I would our hands had never met! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONNET TO THE AUTUMNAL MOON by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE AT THE TAVERN by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR THE SLAVE AUCTION by FRANCES ELLEN WATKINS HARPER EPICUREAN by WILLIAM JAMES LINTON A BALLAD OF DEATH by ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE MIDNIGHT THOUGHTS by LUCY AIKEN PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 82. AL-RAWUF by EDWIN ARNOLD |