Classic Poem

It chanced one day they met. Each in surprise
Was extra glad, and unto each the other
Spoke ardently with lighting lips and eyes,
Bandying synonyms for “long lost brother.”
A café then and tea, and much to tell
Of this and that and what the years had brought:
She held again a mystery, for well
He knew that she had found what he had sought.
Gravely he questioned, saw her oddly gay,
Uncovered guarded memories, and so
Prayed that they meet again another day,
Prayed that she would not lightly let him go.
She shook her head: Alack, it might not be!
She had, she said, embraced Philosophy.