What should I say to you if we should meet
Some ages hence, time worn and unaware?
How should I then your startled visage greet,
And to my own surprise, what would compare?
Would trembling lips then find a fond hello
For friends and lovers of a yesteryear,
And would glad hearts in gentle smiles glow,
Or sadness mar such chance with silver tear?
Might joy or grief succumb to cold restraint
And mask their stirrings in neutrality,
But yet what fool could ever contemplate
A heart unmoved by their strong poignancy?
A meeting thus, its’ silent thoughts proclaim
In smiles like the sun, or tears like rain.

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