THEY parted, with clasps of hand,
And kisses, and burning tears.
They met, in a foreign land,
After some twenty years :
Met as acquaintances meet,
Smilingly, tranquil-eyed, —
Not even the least little beat
Of the heart, upon either side !
They chatted of this and that,
The nothings that make up life ;
She in a Gainsborough hat,
And he in black for his wife.
Ah, what a comedy this is !
Neither was hurt, it appears:
She had forgotten his kisses,
And he had forgotten her tears.
Thomas Bailey Aldrich.