Classic Poem

Hoping friendliness From the friends abode we;
But, in this conceit, Lack of judgment showed we.

When will friendship's tree Fruit vouchsafe, I wonder?
For the nonce we go; But a seed first sowed we.

Many a thing there happed; Yet complaint we made not
Nor observance' bound Ever overstrode we.

Idle talk and prate Are not dervish-usance;
Else to thee a grudge For things happened owed we.

War and wiles of war Still thine eyes intended:
But, unwotting this, Peace their purpose trowed we.

Beauty's rosebush waxed Not of self heart-charming;
Breath of blessing first On thy charms bestowed we.

Quoth she, “Of free-will Thou thy heart didst give me:
“With tax-gatherers, else, None to love us goad we.”