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The Meeting Of Sighs

John Shaw Neilson

YOUR voice was the rugged
old voice that I knew;
I gave the best grip of
my greeting to you.
I knew not of your lips-
you knew not of mine;
Of travel and travail
we gave not a sign.

We drank and we chorused
with quips in our eyes;
But under our song was
the meeting of sighs.
I knew not of your lips-
you knew not of mine;
For lean years and lone years
had watered the wine.

(C) John Shaw Neilson
03/18/2017


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