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Poem by William Ernest Henley


   To Charles Baxter

Do you remember
That afternoonthat Sunday afternoon!
When, as the kirks were ringing in,
And the grey city teemed
With Sabbath feelings and aspects,
Lewisour Lewis then,
Now the whole worldsand you,
Young, yet in shape most like an elder, came,
Laden with Balzacs
(Big, yellow books, quite impudently French),
The first of many times
To that transformed back-kitchen where I lay
So long, so many centuries
Or years is it!ago?

Dear Charles, since then
We have been friends, Lewis and you and I,
(How good it sounds, Lewis and you and I!):
Such friends, I like to think,
That in us three, Lewis and me and you,
Is something of that gallant dream
Which old Dumasthe generous, the humane,
The seven-and-seventy times to be forgiven!
Dreamed for a blessing to the race,
The immortal Musketeers.

Our Athos reststhe wise, the kind,
The liberal and august, his fault atoned,
Rests in the crowded yard
There at the west of Princes Street. We three
You, I, and Lewis!still afoot,
Are still together, and our lives,
In chime so long, may keep
(God bless the thought!)
Unjangled till the end.

                                 W. E. H.

Chiswick, March 1888

William Ernest Henley

William Ernest Henley's other poems:
  1. In Hospital. 22. Pastoral
  2. Attadale, West Highlands
  3. Beside the Idle Summer Sea
  4. Echoes. 28. Blithe Dreams Arise to Greet Us
  5. Echoes. 27. She Sauntered by the Swinging Seas

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