On Parting Poem by Edward Coote Pinkney

On Parting



ALAS! our pleasant moments fly
On rapid wings away,
While those recorded with a sigh,
Mock us by long delay.

Time,--envious time,--loves not to be
In company with mirth,
But makes malignant pause to see
The work of pain on earth.

Friday, October 15, 2010
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