Poem by Hartley Coleridge

Friendship

WHEN we were idlers with the loitering rills,
The need of human love we little noted:
   Our love was nature; and the peace that floated
On the white mist, and dwelt upon the hills,
To sweet accord subdued our wayward wills:
   One soul was ours, one mind, one heart devoted,
   That, wisely doting, ask'd not why it doted,
And ours the unknown joy, which knowing kills.
But now I find how dear thou wert to me;
   That man is more than half of nature's treasure,
Of that fair beauty which no eye can see,
   Of that sweet music which no ear can measure;
   And now the streams may sing for others' pleasure,
The hills sleep on in their eternity. 

1. Lines——
2. How Long I Sailed
3. To a Deaf and Dumb Little Girl
4. Address To Certain Golfishes
5. Full Well I Know

Ella Wilcox Friendship ("Dear friend, I pray thee, if thou wouldst be proving")

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