FRIENDSHIP from its moorings strays,
Love binds fast together;
Friendship is for balmy days,
Love for stormy weather.
For itself the one contends,
Fancied wrongs regretting—
Love the thing it loves defends,
All besides forgetting.
Friendship is the morning lark"Song" was published in The Living Age (20 August 1898), Poems (1898) and Poems (1916) Volume I.
Toward the sunrise winging,
Love the nightingale, at dark
Most divinely singing!
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