Poem of the day

Triolet
by Robert Bridges (1834-1930)

When first we met we did not guess
That Love would prove so hard a master;
Of more than common friendliness
When first we met we did not guess.
Who could foretell this sore distress,
This irretrievable disaster
When first we met? — We did not guess
That Love would prove so hard a master.

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