MY Foe? You name yourself, then, -- I refuse A term so dark to designate you by. To me you are most kind and true; and I Am grateful as the dust is for the dews That brim the dusk, and falter, drip and ooze From the dear darkness of the summer sky. Vex not yourself for lack of moan or cry Of mine. Not any harm, nor ache nor bruise Could reach my soul through any stroke you fain Might launch upon me, -- it were as the lance Even of the lightning did it leap to rend A ray of sunshine -- 'twould recoil again. So, blessing you, with pitying countenance, I wave a hand to you, my helpless friend. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AT THE CLOSED GATE OF JUSTICE by JAMES DAVID CORROTHERS TO A FRIEND by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD LOVE IN ARMOR by WILLIAM ROSE BENET A SPRING SONG by MATHILDE BLIND EASTERN TEMPEST by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN IN DER FREMDE by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES IBANT OBSCURAE by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN THE WANDERER: 2. IN FRANCE: 'PRENSUS IN AEGAEO' by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON |