Poem by Frances Anne (Fanny) Kemble

Song (Yet once again, but once, before we sever)

Yet once again, but once, before we sever,
   Fill we one brimming cup,—it is the last!
And let those lips, now parting, and for ever,
   Breathe o’er this pledge, “the memory of the past!”

Joy’s fleeting sun is set; and no to-morrow
   Smiles on the gloomy path we tread so fast,
Yet, in the bitter cup, o’erfilled with sorrow,
   Lives one sweet drop,—the memory of the past.

But one more look from those dear eyes, now shining
   Through their warm tears, their loveliest and their last;
But one more strain of hands, in friendship twining,
   Now farewell all, save memory of the past.

1. Lament for Israel
2. Eastern Sunset
3. The Red Indian
4. Written on Cramond Beach
5. Lines Written at Night

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