Portraits

An easy lazy length of limb,
Dark eyes and features from the South,
A short-legged meditative pipe
Set in a supercilious mouth:
Ink and a pen and papers laid

Down on a table for the night.
Beside a semi-dozing man
Who wakes to cro to bed by light.
A pair of brothers brotherly.

Unlike and yet how much the same
In heart and high-toned intellect,
In face and bearing, hope and aim:
Friends of the selfsame treasured friends

And of one home the dear delight.
Beloved of many a loving heart,
And cherished both in mine, Good-night.