Soon Our Friends Perish by Robert Louis Stevenson

SOON our friends perish,
Soon all we cherish
Fades as days darken – goes as flowers go.
Soon in December
Over an ember,
Lonely we hearken, as loud winds blow.

More from Robert Louis Stevenson:

• Thrawn Janet
• The Waif Woman
• The Sire de Maletroit’s Door
• The Sea Fogs
• The Scientific Ape
• The Clockmaker