Once More Together

By Ella Wheeler Wilcox

[To H. A. M.]

What sounds so sweet as the glad words of greeting?
And what starts the tears,
Like the warm kiss, that is given at meeting
After long years.

Friend of my heart, we are once more together;
Hand clasped in hand.
We sit and we walk in the beautiful weather
That gladdens the land.

Oh, rare golden days, in the heart of September;
Days more than sweet --
Days that my heart will forever remember,
Ye are too fleet!

Why haste away! the greedy Past's measure
Already run's o'er;
But like a miser who hoards up rare treasure,
He cries out for more.

Oh bright Autumn days! If you only would linger
And loiter, and stay!
Too soon old time shall be pointing his finger
And bidding me say

That word Good-bye, that's so hard to be spoken.
Hearts have been stirred
Almost to breaking; and fond hearts have broken
At that last word.

Away with these sad thoughts! this rare golden weather
Shall not find me sad,
Because we cannot always wander together,
But I will be glad

Of the days that are left. No foreboding of sorrow
Shall darken my sky.
Nor To-day be o'erclouded, because some To-morrow.
I must say good-bye.

1871.