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The Poet pleads with his Friend for old Friends

by W. B. Yeats, 1899

Though you are in your shining days,
Voices among the crowd
And new friends busy with your praise,
Be not unkind or proud,
But think about old friends the most:
Time's bitter flood will rise,
Your beauty perish and be lost
For all eyes but these eyes.

Published in The Wind Among the Reeds
Tags: friendship

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