Poem by Edwin Arlington Robinson

An Old Story

STRANGE that I did not know him then.
    That friend of mine! 
I did not even show him then
    One friendly sign;

But cursed him for the ways he had
    To make me see 
My envy of the praise he had
    For praising me.

I would have rid the earth of him
    Once, in my pride... 
I never knew the worth of him
    Until he died.

1. Neighbors
2. Two Men
3. The Dead Village
4. Momus
5. Cliff Klingenhagen

Robert Service An Old Story ("They threw him in a prison cell")

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