Henry David Thoreau



                   Friendship


                   I think awhile of Love, and while I think, 
                      Love is to me a world, 
                      Sole meat and sweetest drink, 
                      And close connecting link 
                      Tween heaven and earth. 

                   I only know it is, not how or why, 
                      My greatest happiness; 
                      However hard I try, 
                      Not if I were to die, 
                      Can I explain. 

                   I fain would ask my friend how it can be, 
                      But when the time arrives, 
                      Then Love is more lovely 
                      Than anything to me, 
                      And so I'm dumb. 

                   For if the truth were known, Love cannot speak, 
                      But only thinks and does; 
                      Though surely out 'twill leak 
                      Without the help of Greek, 
                      Or any tongue. 

                   A man may love the truth and practise it, 
                      Beauty he may admire, 
                      And goodness not omit, 
                      As much as may befit 
                      To reverence. 

                   But only when these three together meet, 
                      As they always incline, 
                      And make one soul the seat, 
                      And favorite retreat, 
                      Of loveliness; 

                   When under kindred shape, like loves and hates 
                      And a kindred nature, 
                      Proclaim us to be mates, 
                      Exposed to equal fates 
                      Eternally; 

                   And each may other help, and service do, 
                      Drawing Love's bands more tight, 
                      Service he ne'er shall rue 
                      While one and one make two, 
                      And two are one; 

                   In such case only doth man fully prove 
                      Fully as man can do, 
                      What power there is in Love 
                      His inmost soul to move 
                      Resistlessly. 
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                   Two sturdy oaks I mean, which side by side, 
                      Withstand the winter's storm, 
                      And spite of wind and tide, 
                      Grow up the meadow's pride, 
                      For both are strong 

                   Above they barely touch, but undermined 
                      Down to their deepest source, 
                      Admiring you shall find 
                      Their roots are intertwined 
                      Insep'rably.


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