Treasure Island

Louisa Stuart Costello

(1799-1870 / France)

Lines.—If we should ever meet again


If we should ever meet again

When many tedious years are past;

When time shall have unbound the chain,

And this sad heart is free at last;—

Then shall we meet and look unmov'd,

As though we ne'er had met—had lov'd!

And I shall mark without a tear

How cold and calm thy alter'd brow;

I shall forget thou once wert dear,

Rememb'ring but thy broken vow!

Rememb'ring that in trusting youth

I lov'd thee with the purest truth;

That now the fleeting dream is o'er,

And thou canst raise the spell no more!

Submitted: Thursday, January 01, 2004

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