Friendship

A ruddy drop of manly

The surging sea outweighs,

The world uncertain comes and goes;

The lover rooted stays.

I fancied he was fled,—And, after many a year,

Glowed unexhausted kindliness,

Like daily sunrise there.

My careful heart was free again,

O friend, my bosom said,

Through thee alone the sky is arched,

Through thee the rose is red;

All things through thee take nobler form,

And look beyond the earth,

The mill-round of our fate appearsA sun-path in thy worth.

Me too thy nobleness had

To master my despair;

The fountains of my hidden

Are through thy friendship fair.