THOU, whom these eyes saw never! Say friends true Who say my soul, helped onward by my song, Though all unwittingly, has helped thee too? I gave of but the little that I knew: How were the gift requited, while along Life's path I pace, couldst thou make weakness strong! Help me with knowledge -- for Life's Old -- Death's New! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IN THE NEOLITHIC AGE by RUDYARD KIPLING SONNET TO W-- P-- by BERNARD BARTON TO HIS DEAR FRIEND THOMAS RANDOLPH, ON HIS COMEDY 'THE JEALOUS LOVERS' by RICHARD BENEFIELD MORGIANA DANCES by WILLIAM ROSE BENET |