Treasure Island

Isabel Ecclestone Mackay

(25 November 1875 – 15 August 1928 / Canada)

Friendship


I THOUGHT of friendship
As a golden ring,
Round as the world
Yet fitted to my finger;
I thought of friendship
As a path in spring
Where there are flowers
And the footsteps linger;
I thought of friendship
As a globe of light,
Yellow before the doorway of my life,
A flame diffused
Yet potent against night;
I thought--but thought itself in ruin lies
Since, yesterday, you passed with lowered eyes!

Submitted: Monday, September 06, 2010

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