That she may remember only good times
Is my most zealous wish; and that she give
No real consideration to
The apothegm that guards ‘gainst losing what
In times of darkness were but tiny lights.
For my part, the dimming image will last
The rest of days, so bright was the first
Exposure, and so keenly recall that spark
Her words.
And so it is two friends
Who take but slightly diverging paths
Soon lose sight as brambles overtake them
And in streams and meadows new beauties
Apprehend; were the whole of their journeys
Related in minutest detail, still they stand
At distant points no matter how clear
The view.
But so Shakyamuni himself
Conceded the thing that in us all
Obtains. Shavings of which from all
Who were important to me, or shall be,
Are lodged within my heart.
And gives me leave
To wish the joyful to my longtime friend.
That she remember only good times
Is my most zealous wish; but guard with keen
Ferocity the shards of others in her heart
As they could not fail to do of hers.
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