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Sunday, 9 November 2014

False Friendship by Aubrey Thomas de Vere

Alas, dear friends, we do each other wrong,
For we long years in love conjoined have been;
Many vicissitudes, and strange, have seen;
Joyed oft, wept oft, outgrown our griefs ere long:
Yet what we were, still are we. Love is strong,
Though vigilant hate of all things base and mean,
To raise her votaries, and with tire make clean;
But we her awful aids away have flung.
Over complacent Friendship weakly doted
On virtues, oft through dim tears magnified,
Till Friendship, o’er-indulgent, scarcely noted
The faults hard-by; or, noting, feared to chide;
Therefore dishonoured Friendship asks too late,
“My seat inglorious must I abdicate?”

From: de Vere, Aubrey, Poems, 1855, Burns & Lambert: London, p. 113.
(https://archive.org/stream/devepoems00deverich#page/112/mode/2up)

Date: 1855

By: Aubrey Thomas de Vere (1814-1902)