Quotes from Henry Alford, "Together," 1884

The winter wind is wailing, sad and low, Across the lake and through the rustling sedge; The splendour of the golden after-glow, Gleams through the blackness of the great yew hedge; And this I read on earth and in the sky— "We ought to be together, you and I."

My hand is lonely for your clasping, dear, My ear is tired, waiting for your call; I want your strength to help, your laugh to cheer, Heart, soul, and senses need you, one and all. I droop without your full frank sympathy— We ought to be together, you and I.