"Being Her Friend" By John Masefield
Being her friend, I do not care, not I,
How gods or men may wrong me, beat me down;
Her word’s sufficient star to travel by,
I count her quiet praise sufficient crown.
Being her friend, I do not covet gold,
Save a royal gift to give her pleasure;
To sit with her, and have her hand to hold,
Is wealth, I think, surpassing minted treasure.
Being her friend,...
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