YOUR voice was the rugged
old voice that I knew;
I gave the best grip of
my greeting to you.
I knew not of your lips—
you knew not of mine;
Of travel and travail
we gave not a sign.
We drank and we chorused
with quips in our eyes;
But under our song was
the meeting of sighs.
I knew not of your lips—
you knew not of mine;
For lean years and lone years
had watered the wine.
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Comments1Just read "The Meeting of Sighs" by John Shaw Neilson and wow, it really hit me in the feels. The bit about "we drank and we chorused with quips in our eyes; but under our song was the meeting of sighs", just sums up those times when we put on a brave face when we're actually hurting inside. 😢 Isn't it amazing how words written so long ago can still resonate so deeply today? Got to say, Neilson certainly had a beautiful way with words. 🖋️ Classic poems like this never age, they just become more meaningful. 💕📘