I LIKE to dream of some established spot Where you and I, old friend, an evening through Under tobacco's fog, streaked gray and blue, Might reconsider laughters unforgot. Beside a hearth-glow, golden-clear and hot, I'd hear you tell the oddities men do. The clock would tick, and we would sit, we two -- Life holds such meetings for us, does it not? Happy are men when they have learned to prize The sure unvarnished virtue of their friends, The unchanged kindness of a well-known face: On old fidelities our world depends, And runs a simple course in honest wise, Not a mere taxicab shot wild through space! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...GOOD FRIDAY, 1613. RIDING WESTWARD by JOHN DONNE SONNET: 18. ON THE LATE MASSACRE IN PIEDMONT by JOHN MILTON THE TRAMPS by ROBERT WILLIAM SERVICE BETH GELERT; OR, THE GRAVE OF THE GREYHOUND by WILLIAM ROBERT SPENCER WOO NOT THE WORLD by MUHAMMAD AL-MU'TAMID II THE MESSIAH by MABEL WARREN ARNOLD |