We twain have met like the ships upon the sea,
Who hold an hour’s converse, so short, so sweet;
One little hour! And then, away they speed
On lonely paths, through mist and cloud and foam,
To meet no more.

Alexander Smith (1830-1867) Scottish poet
“A Life-Drama,” Sc. IV (1853)

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Added on 18-Feb-09 | Last updated 18-Feb-09
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