I
Wish You
Friend o' mine, in the year oncoming
I wish you a little time for play,
And an hour to dream in the eerie
gloaming
After the clamorous day.
(And the moon like a pearl from an
Indian shore
To hang for a lantern above your door.)
A little house with friendly rafters,
And some one in it to need you there,
Wine of romance and wholesome laughters
With a comrade or two to share.
(And some secret spot of your very
own
Whenever you want to cry alone.)
I
wish you a garden on fire with roses,
Columbines planted for your delight,
Scent of mint in its shadowy closes,
Clean, gay winds at night.
(Some nights for sleeping and some
to ride
With the broomstick witches far and
wide.)
A goodly crop of figs to gather,
With a thistle or two to prick and
sting;
Since a harvesting too harmless is
rather
An unadventurous thing.
(And now and then, spite of reason
or rule,
The chance to be a bit of a fool.)
I
wish you a thirst that can never be
sated
For all the loveliness earth can yield,
Slim, cool birches whitely mated,
Dawn on an April field.
(And never too big a bill to pay
When the Fiddler finds out he must
up and away.)
M.
L. Cavendish
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