<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=538166" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Envoy--To Charles Baxter</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Do you remember<br>That afternoon--that Sunday afternoon! -<br>When, as the kirks were ringing in,<br>And the grey city teemed<br>With Sabbath feelings and aspects,<br>LEWIS--our LEWIS then,<br>Now the whole world's--and you,<br>Young, yet in shape most like an elder, came,<br>Laden with BALZACS<br>(Big, yellow books, quite impudently French),<br>The first of many times<br>To that transformed back-kitchen where I lay<br>So long, so many centuries -<br>Or years is it!--ago?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Dear CHARLES, since then<br>We have been friends, LEWIS and you and I,<br>(How good it sounds, 'LEWIS and you and I!'):<br>Such friends, I like to think,<br>That in us three, LEWIS and me and you,<br>Is something of that gallant dream<br>Which old DUMAS--the generous, the humane,<br>The seven-and-seventy times to be forgiven! -<br>Dreamed for a blessing to the race,<br>The immortal Musketeers.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Our ATHOS rests--the wise, the kind,<br>The liberal and august, his fault atoned,<br>Rests in the crowded yard<br>There at the west of Princes Street. We three -<br>You, I, and LEWIS!--still afoot,<br>Are still together, and our lives,<br>In chime so long, may keep<br>(God bless the thought!)<br>Unjangled till the end.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=William+Ernest+Henley">William Ernest Henley</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=538166" data-title="Envoy--To Charles Baxter de William Ernest Henley" data-description="Do you remember That afternoon--that Sunday afternoon! - When, as the kirks were ringing in, And the grey city teemed With Sabbath feelings and aspects, LEWIS--our LEWIS then, Now the whole world's--and you, Young, yet in shape most like an elder,..."></div> </div> </div>

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