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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=342109" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>To John Nichol: Sonnets</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">FRIEND of the dead, and friend of all my days<br>Even since they cast off boyhood, I salute<br>The song saluting friends whose songs are mute<br>With full burnt-offerings of clear-spirited praise.<br>That since our old young years our several ways<br>Have led through fields diverse of flower and fruit<br>Yet no cross wind has once relaxed the root<br>We set long since beneath the sundawn’s rays,<br>The root of trust whence towered the trusty tree,<br>Friendship this only and duly might impel<br>My song to salutation of your own;<br>More even than praise of one unseen of me<br>And loved the starry spirit of Dobell,<br>To mine by light and music only known.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">II.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But more than this what moves me most of all<br>To leave not all unworded and unsped<br>The whole heart’s greeting of my thanks unsaid<br>Scarce needs this sign, that from my tongue should fall<br>His name whom sorrow and reverent love recall,<br>The sign to friends on earth of that dear head<br>Alive, which now long since untimely dead<br>The wan grey waters covered for a pall.<br>Their trustless reaches dense with tangling stems<br>Took never life more taintless of rebuke,<br>More pure and perfect, more serene and kind,<br>Than when those clear eyes closed beneath the Thames,<br>And made the now more hallowed name of Luke<br>Memorial to us of morning left behind.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Algernon+Charles+Swinburne">Algernon Charles Swinburne</a><div class=q>
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Even since they cast off boyhood, I salute
The song saluting friends whose songs are mute
With full burnt-offerings of clear-spirited praise.
That since our old young years our several ways
Have led th..."></div>
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