Poem by Christopher Pearse Cranch

Sonnet 7. THOSE times are gone, that circle thinned away

THOSE times are gone, that circle thinned away,
And we who live, now scattered far and wide,
Each in our separate centres fixed abide,
Round which new interests now revolve and play
In separate loves and duties day by day.
Yet, by the records of old loves allied,
We clasp each other's hands beneath the tide
Of time, and cling together as we may.
Even so beneath the sea the throbbing wires
That bind the sundered continents in one,
In space-annihilating pulses thrill
With swift-winged words and purpose and desires.
Our earlier visions haunt our memories still,
And age grows young in friendship's quickening sun.

1. Sonnet 1. THE Summer goes, with all its birds and flowers
2. A Word to Philosophers
3. Sonnet 23. Beethoven’s Fifth Symphony
4. Sonnet 12. The Ocean Steamer
5. Sonnet 41. George Ripley

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