Classic Poem

1

We met, and only met,
Ere doom'd by fate to sever;
But ah! I can forget
That meeting with thee never!
Thy locks of auburn hue,
On wanton zephyrs straying;
Thine eyes of liquid blue,
Where light of soul was playing;
Thy voice, whose dulcet thrill,
Awak'd such sweet emotion,
I seem to hear it still,
Though far upon the ocean;
'Twas these that charm'd me then,
When first and last I met thee;
We may not meet again,
But ne'er can I forget thee.

2

'Twas evening when we met,
By Arno's rippling billow —
(In dreams I see thee yet
Whene'er I press my pillow;)
It was a lovely night,
The balmy breeze was sighing,
And heaven's sweetest light
On tower and stream was lying:
When in some thicket's shade
His vows the lover's telling,
Like breast of listening maid,
The playful waves were swelling —
We met — and only met
Ere doom'd by fate to sever;
But ah! I can forget
That meeting with thee never!