I had a friend to smoke and drink, We dined at clubs and saw the Play; Till Love came, like the smallest wind, And looked him quietly away. So Friendship goes, and Love remains, And who can question which is best — A Friendship reared on the bottle, or A Love that's reared at the breast? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A LOVER'S QUARREL by ROBERT BROWNING CORIDON'S SONG (IN ISAAK WALTON'S 'COMPLEAT ANGLER') by JOHN CHALKHILL THE DEPARTURE OF THE SWALLOW by WILLIAM HOWITT THE DEATH OF AUTUMN by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY THE LAST ROSE OF SUMMER by THOMAS MOORE THE SLEEPER by EDGAR ALLAN POE VIRGINIA - THE WEST by WALT WHITMAN |