The Friends

I had some friends, but I dreamed that they were dead,
Who used to dance with lanterns round a little boy in bed;
Green and white lanterns that waved to and fro:
But I havent seen a Firefly since ever so long ago!

I had some friends, their crowns were in the sky,
Who used to nod and whisper when a little boy went by,
As the nuts began to tumble and the breeze began to blow:
And I havent seen a Cocoa-palm since ever so long ago!

I had a friend, he came up from Cape Horn,
With a Coal-sack on his shoulder when a little boy was born.
He heard me learn to talk, and he helped me thrive and grow:
But I havent seen the Southern Cross since ever so long ago!

I had a boat, I out and let her drive,
Till I found my dream was foolish, for my friends were all alive.
The Cocoa-palms were real, and the Southern Cross was true:
And the Fireflies were dancing, so I danced too!

Rudyard

Rudyard Kipling was an English journalist, short-story writer, poet, and novelist. He was born in British India, which inspired much of his work. His notable works include the novels 'The Jungle Book,' 'Kim,' and the poem 'If—.' Kipling was one of the most popular writers in the United Kingdom in the late 19th and early 20th centuries. He received the Nobel Prize in Literature in 1907, making him the youngest recipient of the award.

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he Injian Ocean sets an' smiles
So sof', so bright, so bloomin' blue;
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Excep' the jiggle from the screw.
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Down through the woods, along the way
That fords the stream; by rock and tree,
Where in the bramble-bell the bee
Swings; and through twilights green and gray
The redbird flashes suddenly,
My thoughts went wandering to-day.

I found the fields where, row on row,
The blackberries hang dark with fruit;
Where, nesting at the elder's root,
The partridge whistles soft and low;
The fields, that billow to the foot
Of those old hills we used to know.

There lay the pond, all willow-bound,
On whose bright face, when noons were hot,
We marked the bubbles rise; some plot
To lure us in; while all around
Our heads, - like faery fancies, - shot
The dragonflies without a sound.

The pond, above which evening bent
To gaze upon her gypsy face;

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Down through the woods, along the way
That fords the stream; by rock and tree,
Where in the bramble-bell the bee
Swings; and through twilights green and gray
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My thoughts went wandering to-day.
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The blackberries hang dark with fruit;
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The partridge whistles soft and low;
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On whose bright face, when noons were hot,
We marked the bubbles rise; some plot
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The pond, above which evening bent
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I

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    Who are no longer here, the noble three,
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    And whose discourse was like a generous wine,
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    Something, that shone in them, and made us see
    The archetypal man, and what might be
    The amplitude of Nature's first design.
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    But a majestic memory.    They meanwhile
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I sent a message to my dear,
A thousand leagues and more to Her,
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And Lost Atlantis bore to Her.

Behind my message hard I came,
And nigh had found a grave for me;
But that I launched of steel and flame
Did war against the wave for me.

Uprose the deep, by gale on gale,
To bid me change my mind again,
He broke his teeth along my rail,
And, roaring, swung behind again.

I stayed the sun at noon to tell
My way across the waste of it;
I read the storm before it fell
And made the better haste of it.

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The towers I built had heard of me,
And, ere my rocket reached its height,
Had flashed my Love the word of me.

Earth sold her chosen men of strength

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