Poem by Freeman Edwin Miller

When We Shall Meet

When we shall meet, I strangely know
The mad emotions that shall flow
    Across my heart all quivering,
    Beneath the raptures he shall bring
From angel years that gladdened so.

And I all shy and silent grow
Beneath his glance of gladness, though
    Wild yearnings through my bosom spring,
    When we shall meet.

Till joyful tears of passion show,
And to his kind embrace I throw
    My heart unworthy, and I cling
    With deathless fondness to the king
I worshipped in the Long Ago,
    When we shall meet!

1. In the Vales
2. To One Who Pledged Her Friendship

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