Meeting

As two floating planks meet and part on the sea,O friend! so I met and then drifted from thee.

— Meeting

Ships that pass in the night, and speak each other in passing,Only a look and a voice, then darkness again and a silence.

— Meeting

In life there are meetings which seemLike a fate.

— Meeting

Like a plank of driftwood Parting eternally.

— Meeting

Like driftwood spars which meet and pass Man nears man, meets, and leaves again.

— Meeting

As drifting logs of wood may haply meetSo men meet friends, then part with them for ever.

— Meeting

As vessels starting from ports thousands of miles apart pass close to each other in the naked breadths of the ocean, nay, sometimes even touch in the dark.

— Meeting

And soon, too soon, we part with pain,To sail o'er silent seas again.

— Meeting

Some day, some day of days, threading the streetSome day, some day of days, thus may we meet.

— Meeting