DEAR old friend of us all in need Who know the worth of a friend indeed, How rejoiced are we all to learn Of your glad return. We who have missed your voice so long -- Even as March might miss the song Of the sugar-bird in the maples when They're tapped again. Even as the memory of these @3Blended@1 sweets, -- the sap of the trees And the song of the birds, and the old camp too, We think of you. Hail to you, then, with welcomes deep As grateful hearts may laugh or weep! -- You give us not only the bird that sings, But all good things. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LAY OF THE LOVELORN; PARODY OF TENNYSON'S 'LOCKSLEY HALL' by THEODORE MARTIN MAUDE CLARE by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI TO THE UNIMPLORED BELOVED by EDWARD SHANKS THE OLD MAN'S COMFORTS AND HOW HE GAINED THEM by ROBERT SOUTHEY LINES ON THE MONUMENT OF GIUSEPPE MAZZINI by ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE THE VOYAGE OF MAELDUNE by ALFRED TENNYSON |