I had a friend to smoke and drink, We dined at clubs and saw the Play; Till Love came, like the smallest wind, And looked him quietly away. So Friendship goes, and Love remains, And who can question which is best A Friendship reared on the bottle, or A Love that's reared at the breast? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONNET - REALITIES: 1 by EDWARD ESTLIN CUMMINGS MAPLE AND SUMACH by CECIL DAY LEWIS A CHRISTMAS CAROL by JOSIAH GILBERT HOLLAND THE SHADOW DANCE by LOUISE CHANDLER MOULTON CABOOSE THOUGHTS by CARL SANDBURG FAST ANCHOR'D ETERNAL O LOVE! by WALT WHITMAN |