DEAR Friend, so much admired, so oft desired, 'Tis true that now I wish to be away. You are not tiresome, no! but I am tired. Allow to servant brain and nerves full play In their electric function, yea and nay; Faith and affection do not shift their ground, Howe'er the vital currents ebb and flow; To feel most free because most firmly bound Is Friendship's privilege: so now I go To rest awhile the mystic nerves and brain, To walk apart, -and long for you again. I'LL make it part of my life's plan To quarrel with no honest man; And for no earthly bribe pretend To take the other sort for friend. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AN ANATOMY OF THE WORLD: THE FIRST ANNIVERSARY by JOHN DONNE AT FLORENCE by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH ON KEAN'S HAMLET by WASHINGTON ALLSTON THE LAST MAN: METAPHOR OF RAIN by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES THE GOLDEN ODES OF PRE-ISLAMIC ARABIA: ANTARA by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |