THE IMPOSSIBLE

By Luis G. Dato

Against the time I did prepare my heart
When blind no longer to the heard reality,
The veil must fall from dream and revery,
And mine no more, your ways and mine must part;
I sought God’s shrines, I asked the science, art
Of the kind years that lull all memory
Of you and all the past, till silently
And all unbid tears from the eyelids start.

Forgive me, God! forgive me, dear kind years
‘Tis true perhaps, ’twas only a swift smile!
A glance, a song ’twere best soon to forget;
Yet I remember, dare the grief, the tears,
Eternity itself for one brief while
Now past and meet all, even you, without regret.

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