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.'
The Friend
Richard Le Gallienne
(1)
Poem topics: autumn, dark, friend, joy, lost, rain, voice, sweet, face, cold, grave, brave, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
Submit Spanish Translation
Submit German Translation
Submit French Translation
About The Friend
The Friend is a poem by Richard Le Gallienne. This page includes the poem text, poet information, related topics, comments, and similar poems.
Write your comment about The Friend poem by Richard Le Gallienne
Best Poems of Richard Le Gallienne