Richard Le Gallienne

(1866-1947 / England)

The Friend - Poem by Richard Le Gallienne

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.'

Listen to this poem:

Comments about The Friend by Richard Le Gallienne

There is no comment submitted by members..

Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?

Poem Submitted: Wednesday, April 14, 2010

[Report Error]