Here you will find the Poem The Meeting of Sighs of poet John Shaw Neilson
YOUR voice was the rugged old voice that I knew; I gave the best grip of my greeting to you. I knew not of your lips? you knew not of mine; Of travel and travail we gave not a sign. We drank and we chorused with quips in our eyes; But under our song was the meeting of sighs. I knew not of your lips? you knew not of mine; For lean years and lone years had watered the wine.