I brought two friends to share my fire, To crack a joke or two; I kissed one friend, and smacked my lips, And sighed, as lovers do. And never think, when I had slept And, waking, found them gone That I abused my absent friends, To find myself alone. Now, shall I call my friends by name, That shared this fire of mine? Well, one was called 'Young Walnuts', and The other was 'Old Wine'. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE IMPORTANCE OF GREEN by JAMES GALVIN GOOD FRIDAY HYMN by GEORGE SANTAYANA THE DADDY STRAIN by KAREN SWENSON GOD'S YOUTH by LOUIS UNTERMEYER RHYME FOR A CHILD VIEWING A NAKED VENUS IN A PAINTING by ROBERT BROWNING THE BLESSED DAMOZEL by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI |