Author Robert Louis Balfour Stevenson SOON our friends perish, Soon all we cherishFades as days darken—goes as flowers go. Soon in December Over an ember,Lonely we hearken, as loud winds blow. Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments