Death & Dying
The Friend
From The Lonely Dancer (1913)
Death & Dying
Through the dark wood
There came to me a friend,
Bringing in his cold hands
Two words--'The End.'
His face was fair
As fading autumn flowers,
And the lost joy
Of unforgotten hours.
His voice was sweet
As rain upon a grave;
'Be brave,' he smiled.
And yet again--'be brave.'
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MLA
Gallienne, Richard Le. “The Friend.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/legallienne/146/.
Chicago
Gallienne, Richard Le. “The Friend.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/legallienne/146/.
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