Author George Horton After long years apart, Two old friends met by chance; Each knew, with quickened heart, The other at a glance. After a fleeting day Two souls met, face to face; Each looked, and, muttering " Nay! " Fled past through windless space. Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments