Classic Poem

We must not sever, you and I,
The world is cruel, friends are few;
Let us be steadfast faithfully,
I and you.

For we have heard the midnight wind
Whisper the weary world to sleep,
And felt the stars upon mankind
Gently weep.

The quivering wonder of the morn
Has been to us a sudden birth,
When all the world was overworn
And its mirth.

The stillness of the silent stream
Has cried like some loud clarion
Within our souls, wrapped in a dream
Two alone.

And then we knew what seers have told
In some half meaning mystic song,
And heard their cadences unfold
Right and wrong,

Till all the world grew bright again,
And our new manhood too was free,
And each one clasped his friend again
Tenderly,

Knowing that he would never die.
Thus is our kinship sweetly true
And we are brothers, you and I,