Classic Poem

4.

He was my Friend , the truest Friend on earth;
A strong and mighty Influence joyn'd our Birth .
Nor did we envy the most sounding Name
By Friendship giv'n of old to Fame .
None but his Brethren he, and Sisters knew,
Whom the kind youth preferr'd to Me;
And ev'n in that we did agree,
For much above my self I lov'd them too.

5.

Say, for you saw us, ye immortal Lights ,
How oft unweari'd have we spent the Nights?
Till the Ledaean Stars so fam'd for Love ,
Wondred at us from above.
We spent them not in toys, in lusts, or wine;
But search of deep Philosophy ,
Wit, Eloquence , and Poetry ,
Arts which I lov'd, for they, my Friend , were Thine .

6.

Ye fields of Cambridge , our dear Cambridge , say,
Have ye not seen us walking every day?
Was there a Tree about which did not know
The Love betwixt us two?
Henceforth, ye gentle Trees , for ever fade;
Or your sad branches thicker joyn,
And into darksome shades combine,
Dark as the Grave wherein my Friend is laid.