An Old Story by George MacDonald

They were parted at last, although
Each was tenderly dear;
As asunder their eyes did go,
When first alone and near.

‘Tis an old story this–
A trembling and a sigh,
A gaze in the eyes, a kiss–
Why will it not go by?

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