THE LOST FRIEND.
On, what was the hour and the day,
The moment I lost you?
I thought you were walking my way,
I turned to accost you,
And silence and emptiness met
My word half-unspoken ;
But I thought, and I said, "I shall get
A word or a token,
"That sometime and somewhere he will wait,
Impatient, to meet me—
Round the corner, perhaps, at the gate.
Come smiling to greet me."
