MY verse to thee I'm dedicating, Mine own familiar friend, O Pain! who shares my couch while waiting For dawn with night to blend. Before the door of my house standing, He bares his shining blade, And challenges all: hence commanding Those unasked who invade. To be our guest he doth full often His sister Sorrow press; Long does she rest in house and croft then, And stitches me a dress. Of all companions he's most constant; My wine to pour he's fain; And a fresh cup, aye vigilant, He fills when one I drain. Now envy ye not my estate Who such a friend hath found? Death only can us separate, So closely are we bound. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...H. BAPTISME (2) by GEORGE HERBERT ROSA MUNDI by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN ALL THESE MAKE MUSIC by ANNA SHAW BUCK BLEST IS THE TARN by SARA COLERIDGE WAR IS KIND: 37 by STEPHEN CRANE DISILLUSION by GLADYS CROMWELL TO AN UNKNOWN BUST IN THE BRITISH MUSEUM by HENRY AUSTIN DOBSON |