Robert Offley Ashburton Crewe-Milnes, Marquess of Crewe (1858–1945)

TO join the ages they have gone,

Those seven years,—

Receding as the months roll on;

Yet very oft my fancy hears

Your voice,—’twas music to my ears

Those seven years.

Scant the shadow and high the sun

Those seven years;

Can hearts be one, then ours were one,

One for laughter and one for tears,

Knit together in hopes and fears,

Those seven years.

How, perchance, do they seem to you,

Those seven years,

Spirit-free in the wider blue?

When Time in Eternity disappears,

What if all you have learn’d but the more endears

Those seven years?