Today we glance at the selected works of R.B. ("Stay a while; read a book!")
"...To-morrow we meet the same then, dearest?
May I take your hand in mine?
Mere friends are we, well, friends the merest
Keep much that I resign:
For each glance of the eye so bright and black,
Though I keep with heart's endeavor, ~
Your voice, when you wish the snowdrops back,
Though it stay in my soul forever! ~
Yet I will but say what mere friends say,
Or only a thought stronger;
I will hold your hand but as long as all may,
Or so very little longer!"
