<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=536332" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A New Pilgrimage: Sonnet XXVII</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The poets, every one, have sung of passion.<br>But which has sung of friendship, man with man?<br>Love seeks its price, but friendship has a fashion<br>Larger to give, and of less selfish plan.<br>The world grows old. From Beersheba to Dan<br>We find all barren, ruby lips grown ashen,<br>Hearts hard with years--and only Jonathan<br>Weeping with David o'er a ruined nation.<br>Then in the depth of days and our despair,<br>We count our treasures, if so be remain<br>Some loving letters, rings and locks of hair.<br>Nay, mourn not love. These only are not vain,<br>Your manlier wounds, when in the front you stood,<br>For a friend's sake and your sworn Brotherhood.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Wilfrid+Scawen+Blunt">Wilfrid Scawen Blunt</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=536332" data-title="A New Pilgrimage: Sonnet XXVII de Wilfrid Scawen Blunt" data-description="The poets, every one, have sung of passion. But which has sung of friendship, man with man? Love seeks its price, but friendship has a fashion Larger to give, and of less selfish plan. The world grows old. From Beersheba to Dan We find all barren,..."></div> </div> </div>

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