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Thread The First1. The Poet to Her Colleague
Author - Esther Cameron
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| THE POET
TO HER COLLEAGUE Come sit with me and be my friend And we'll tell stories without end From far and near, from books and life, Interweaving without strife. The dreams I've dreamed, the lands I've known, Why should you not call your own? The friends you've had, both false and true, Shall I not know them all through you? Let the unenlightened talk of spite And envy among those who write! The faster shall our friendship grow, The livelier shall our verses go. Two's company, three's company, Six constitute a poets' bee, Ten, a council of the wise -- No end to what we might devise! And whether all eggs or few may hatch, This present good at least we'll catch, If (as our favoring signs portend) You'll sit with me and be my friend.
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