I WAS your friend once, very long ago. You held the key wherewith to ope my heart, What did you find there? Aught of sin or woe? ... A host of flowers 'neath a mild sun's dart. I am your friend again. Now take this key— Unlock my heart once more and step therein. What do you find! The flowers that used to be? ... A tangled bed of weeds of grief and sin! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE RAT by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES BORDER BALLAD [OR MARCH, OR SONG], FR. THE MONASTERY by WALTER SCOTT AIRY NOTHINGS. FR. THE TEMPEST by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE THE NONSENSE SAW OF A SAW-GIRL I SAW IN ARKANSAW by FRED W. ALLSOPP THE RUNAWAY by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES ECHOES OF SPRING: 1 by MATHILDE BLIND WHAT'S IN A NAME by BERTON BRALEY |