Friendship

I think awhile of Love, and while I think,
Love is to me a world,
Sole meat and sweetest drink,
And close connecting link
Tween heaven and earth.

I only know it is, not how or why,
My greatest happiness;
However hard I try,
Not if I were to die,
Can I explain.

I fain would ask my friend how it can be,
But when the time arrives,
Then Love is more lovely
Than anything to me,
And so I'm dumb.

For if the truth were known, Love cannot speak,
But only thinks and does;
Though surely out 'twill leak
Without the help of Greek,
Or any tongue.

A man may love the truth and practise it,
Beauty he may admire,
And goodness not omit,
As much as may befit
To reverence.

But only when these three together meet,
As they always incline,
And make one soul the seat,
And favorite retreat,
Of loveliness;

When under kindred shape, like loves and hates
And a kindred nature,
Proclaim us to be mates,
Exposed to equal fates
Eternally;

And each may other help, and service do,
Drawing Love's bands more tight,
Service he ne'er shall rue
While one and one make two,
And two are one;

In such case only doth man fully prove
Fully as man can do,
What power there is in Love
His inmost soul to move
Resistlessly.

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Two sturdy oaks I mean, which side by side,
Withstand the winter's storm,
And spite of wind and tide,
Grow up the meadow's pride,
For both are strong

Above they barely touch, but undermined
Down to their deepest source,
Admiring you shall find
Their roots are intertwined
Insep'rably.

by Henry David Thoreau

Comments (8)

In the park sit pauper and rentier, The screaming children, the motor-car Fugitive about us, running away' the normality of calm disorder within a busy crowded park, in this poem April was long lasting
'What am I now that I was then Which I shall suffer and act again, ' The time passes and we don't change in self during this process of evolution.It is really a beautiful poem.Voted 10.
' Time is the school in which we learn, Time is the fire in which we burn' is so meaningful lines. Very nice poem and thanks for sharing.
Delmore found the spot that warmed my heart on this cold winter morning: May memory restore again and again the smallest color of the smallest day. Amen
Calmly we walk. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
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