  (To a Fortunate Friend) If you should be too happy in your days And never know an hour of vain regret, Do not forget That still the shadows darken all my ways. If sunshine sweeter still should light your years, And you lose nought of all you dearly prize, Turn not your eyes From my steep track of anguish and of tears. And if perhaps your love of me is less Than I with all my need of you would choose, Do not refuse To love enough to lighten my distress. And if the future days should parting see Of our so different paths that lately met, Remember yet Those days of storm you weathered through with me. Malta, May 1917. |
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