O PLAYMATE of the far-away And dear delights of Boyhood's day, And friend and comrade true and tried Through length of years of life beside, I bid you thus a fond farewell Too deep for words or tears to tell. But though I lose you, nevermore To greet you at the open door, To grasp your hand or see your smile, I shall be thankful all the while Because your love and loyalty Have made a happier world for me. So rest you, Playmate, in that land Still hidden from us by His hand, Where you may know again in truth All of the glad days of your youth -- As when in days of endless ease We played beneath the apple trees. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...INDIAN WOMAN'S DEATH-SONG by FELICIA DOROTHEA HEMANS A DECANTER OF MADEIRA, AGED 86, TO GEORGE BANCROFT, AGED 86 by SILAS WEIR MITCHELL AD PATRIAM by CLINTON SCOLLARD POPPY: FANTASTIC EXTRAVAGANCE by FRANCIS THOMPSON THE PERSIANS (PERSAE): THE BATTLE OF SALAMIS by AESCHYLUS PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 14. AL-MUZAWWIR by EDWIN ARNOLD |