Author George Eliot We may not make this world a paradise By walking it together with clasped hands And eyes that meeting feed a double strength. We must be only joined by pains divine, Of spirits blent in mutual memories. Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments