"A TEMPLE to Friendship," cried Laura, enchanted, "I'll build in this garden; the thought is divine." So the temple was built, and she now only wanted An image of Friendship, to place on the shrine. So she flew to the sculptor, who sat down before her An image, the fairest his art could invent; But so cold, and so dull, that the youthful adorer Saw plainly this was not the Friendship she meant. "O, never," said she, "could I think of enshrining An image whose looks are so joyless and dim; But yon little god upon roses reclining, We'll make, if you please, sir, a Friendship of him." So the bargain was struck; with the little god laden, She joyfully flew to her home in the grove. "Farewell," said the sculptor, "you're not the first maiden Who came but for Friendship, and took away Love!" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON THE SALE OF MY FARM by ROBERT FROST PERSPECTIVE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON QUESTION by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON DOWN BY THE CARIB SEA: 3. TEESTAY by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON GUNS AS KEYS: AND THE GREAT GATE SWINGS by AMY LOWELL DEDICATION OF THE FIRST SONNETS TO A FRIEND ... by GEORGE SANTAYANA |