Poems (Jackson)/Friends
For works with similar titles, see Friends.
FRIENDS.
TO
A. E. P.
E rode a day, from east, from west,To meet. A year had done its best,By absence, and by loss of speech,To put beyond the other's reachEach heart and life; but, drawing nigh,"Ah! it is you!" "Yes, it is I!"We said; and love had been blasphemedAnd slain in each had either deemedNeed of more words, or joy more plainWhen eyes had looked in eyes again:Ah friendship, stronger in thy mightThan time and space, as faith than sight!Rich festival with thy red wineMy friend and I will keep in courts divine!