"HE is my friend," I said, -- "Be patient!" Overhead The skies were drear and dim; And lo! the thought of him Smiled on my heart -- and then The sun shone out again! "He is my friend!" The words Brought summer and the birds; And all my winter-time Thawed into running rhyme And rippled into song, Warm, tender, brave, and strong. And so it sings to-day. -- So may it sing alway! Though waving grasses grow Between, and lilies blow Their trills of perfume clear As laughter to the ear, Let each mute measure end With "Still he is thy friend." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CARMEN SYLVA by JOHANNA AMBROSIUS THE BLACK MOUSQUETAIRE; A LEGEND OF FRANCE by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM MAN MUST DO MORE FOR MAN by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE PRINCE ADEB by GEORGE HENRY BOKER A FOREIGN TONGUE by ANNA HEMPSTEAD BRANCH PARLEYINGS WITH CERTAIN PEOPLE OF IMPORTANCE: GERARD DE MANDEVILLE by ROBERT BROWNING |