Portraits

An easy lazy length of limb,
Dark eyes and features from the South,
A short-legged meditative pipe
Set in a supercilious mouth :
Ink and a pen and papers laid
Down on a table for the night,
Beside a semi-dozing man
Who wakes to go to bed by light.

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A pair of brothers brotherly,
Unlike and yet how much the same
In heart and high-toned intellect,
In face and bearing, hope and aim :
Friends of the selfsame treasured friends
And of one home the dear delight,
Beloved of many a loving heart,
And cherished both in mine, Good-night.