The Friend

A poem by Richard Le Gallienne

Through the dark wood
There came to me a friend,
Bringing in his cold hands
Two words - 'The End.'

His face was fair
As fading autumn flowers,
And the lost joy
Of unforgotten hours.

His voice was sweet
As rain upon a grave;
'Be brave,' he smiled.
And yet again - 'be brave.'

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