My Damon was the first to wake
The gentle flame that cannot die;
My Damon is the last to take
The faithful bosom's softest sigh:
The life between is nothing worth,
O cast it from thy thought away!
Think of the day that gave it birth,
And this its sweet returning day.
Buried be all that has been done,
Or say that naught is done amiss;
For who the dangerous path can shun
In such bewildering world as this?
But love can every fault forgive,
Or with a tender look reprove;
And now let naught in memory live
But that we meet, and that we love.
Meeting
George Crabbe
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Poem topics: away, birth, life, memory, world, tender, gentle, sweet, forgive, fault, flame, live, thought, worth, Valentine's Day, love, I love you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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