English Poetry. Philip James Bailey. A Mystery. Филип Джеймс Бэйли.

Philip James Bailey (Филип Джеймс Бэйли)

A Mystery

Friend! many a year hath passed
Since last I clasped thine hand--
It may be we shall meet no more
Till in the Heavenly land;
Still grief can ne'er erase, nor joy
Eclipse, the bliss hath been;
And us one ceaseless, burning thought
Still oscillates between.

And yet another name there is,--
The fates ask always three--
With thine, dear friend, and mine conjoined,
In endless unity;
Yet all are severed, as by death,
At Destiny's command;
And though a thousand read these lines
But twain shall understand.

Philip James Bailey’s other poems:

1. Festus – 8
2. Festus – 21.2
3. Festus – 27
4. Festus – 18.2
5. Festus – 35

Poems of other poets with the same name (Стихотворения других поэтов с таким же названием):

Helen Cone (Хелен Коун) A Mystery (“That sunless day no living shadow swept”)

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