English Poetry. James Elroy Flecker. My Friend. Джеймс Элрой Флеккер.

James Elroy Flecker (Джеймс Элрой Флеккер)

My Friend

I had a friend who battled for the truth
With stubborn heart and obstinate despair,
Till all his beauty left him, and his youth,
And there were few to love him anywhere.
Then would he wander out among the graves,
And think of dead men lying in a row;
Or, standing on a cliff observe the waves,
And hear the wistful sound of winds below;

And yet they told him nothing. So he sought
The twittering forest at the break of day,
Or on fantastic mountains shaped a thought
As lofty and impenitent as they.

And next he went in wonder through a town
Slowly by day and hurriedly by night,
And watched men walking up the street and down
With timorous and terrible delight.

Weary, he drew man's wisdom from a book,
And pondered on the high words spoken of old,
Pacing a lamplit room: but soon forsook
The golden sentences that left him cold.

After, a woman found him, and his head
Lay on her breast, till he forgot his pain
In gentle kisses on a midnight bed,
And welcomed royal-winged joy again.

When love became a loathing, as it must,
He knew not where to turn; and he was wise,
Being now old, to sink among the dust,
And rest his rebel heart, and close his eyes.

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Poems of other poets with the same name (Стихотворения других поэтов с таким же названием):

Christina Rossetti (Кристина Россетти) My Friend (“Two days ago with dancing glancing hair”)

Dinah Craik (Дина Крейк) My Friend (“MY Friend wears a cheerful smile of his own”)

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