I Know What Things Are Good: Friendship

There's Little Comfort In The Wise

For Cambridge People Rarely Smile, Being Urban, Squat, And Packed With Guile.

Oh! Death Will Find Me, Long Before I Tire Of Watching For You; And Swing Me Suddenly Into The Shade And Loneliness And Mire Of The Last Land!

And I Shall Find Some Girl Perhaps, And A Better One Than You, With Eyes As Wise, But Kindlier, And Lips As Soft, But True, And I Dare Say She Will Do.

But Only Agony, And That Has Ending; And The Worst Friend And Enemy Is But Death.