Hand in Hand/When He Left Simla

by Alice MacDonald Fleming

When He Left Simla

His Thoughts

I DID not know when first we met,

That parting would be half so bitter,
That Time brings love, and then regret
I did not know,—when first we met.
I wonder will she soon forget.
Was it a tear that I saw glitter?
I did not know when first we met
That parting would be half so bitter.

Her Thoughts

I shall miss him, at first, I know:

But still, he had grown rather silly.
Poor boy! How grieved he was to go!
I shall miss him at first I know.
No one could say I flirted though;
I always was quite stiff and chilly!
I shall miss him at first I know,
But still he had grown rather silly.