Classic Poem

6.

It is true our souls will ever
Cling in close Platonic union,
And that strong against destruction
Is the spirit's pure communion.

Yes, and even were they parted,
They would surely come together,
For the soul has wings that light are
As the butterfly's swift feather.

And, besides, they are immortal,
And Eternity's enduring,
And who seeks, with time for seeking,
Needs must finish by securing.

But the bodies suffer sorely
When they part from those they cherish,
And, instead of wings for flying,
They've a pair of legs, and perish.

So bethink thee, lovely Kitty,
And be wise. Till April weather
Stay in France, and we will travel
Back to England, gay together.