Friendship

I THOUGHT of friendship

As a golden ring,

Round as the world

Yet fitted to my finger;

I thought of friendship

As a path in spring

Where there are flowers

And the footsteps linger;

I thought of friendship

As a globe of light,

Yellow before the doorway of my life,

A flame diffused

Yet potent against night;

I thought — but thought itself in ruin lies

Since, yesterday, you passed with lowered eyes!