After so long an absence
At last we meet again:
Does the meeting give us pleasure,
Or does it give us pain?
We speak of friends and their fortunes,
And of what they did and said,
Till the dead alone seem living,
And the living alone seem dead.
And at last we hardly distinguish
Between the ghosts and the guests;
And a mist and shadow of sadness
Steals over our merriest jests. Longfellow
This work was done for Sojie #15, now completed…see workshop HERE1940625