Stately, kindly, lordly friend, Condescend Here to sit by me, and turn Glorious eyes that smile and burn, Golden eyes, love's lustrous meed, On the golden page I read.
All your wondrous wealth of hair, dark and fair, Silken-shaggy, soft and bright As the clouds and beams of night, Pays my reverent hand's caress Back with friendlier gentleness.
Dogs may fawn on all and some as they come; You, a friend of loftier mind, Answer friends alone in kind. Just your foot upon my hand Softly bids it understand.
by Algernon Swinburne
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Meeting You was fate, belonging to You is a blessing... Life is too short for false friendships! ------------------------------------------------------------------- Happily owned by Master Morhion
