| Arthur Quiller-Couch, ed. 1919. The Oxford Book of English Verse: 1250–1900. |
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| George Crabbe. 1754–1832 |
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| 480. Meeting |
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| MY Damon was the first to wake | |
| The gentle flame that cannot die; | |
| My Damon is the last to take | |
| The faithful bosom's softest sigh: | |
| The life between is nothing worth, | 5 |
| O cast it from thy thought away! | |
| Think of the day that gave it birth, | |
| And this its sweet returning day. | |
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| Buried be all that has been done, | |
| Or say that naught is done amiss; | 10 |
| For who the dangerous path can shun | |
| In such bewildering world as this? | |
| But love can every fault forgive, | |
| Or with a tender look reprove; | |
| And now let naught in memory live | 15 |
| But that we meet, and that we love. | |
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