I Ask for a FriendAuthor(s): Ernest WalshSource: Poetry, Vol. 19, No. 4 (Jan., 1922), p. 194Published by: Poetry FoundationStable URL: http://www.jstor.org/stable/20573404 .

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POETRY: i Magazine of Verse

FOUR POEMS

I ASK FOR A FRIEND

I ask a girl, for a friend-a playmate Full of May-blown dreams; and lilac in her hair; With boyish ankles, intimately strange And hands forever busy with applause; And mothering, lash-screened, virgin eyes; And a slim-breasted body made of joy.

Her coming would mean spring to my heart;. We'd give our souls a holiday, cut loose, Arrange a rendezvous with Love somewhere And forget to keep it, being good friends.

I ask a girl, for a friend-a playmate Full of May-blown dreams; and lilac in her hair.

SONNET

When Love unveiled her body to my sight And in my heart a strange unquiet grew, As soft winds stir the bosom of the night And, after, spill their tears as drops of dew When first Love laid aside her woven dress Of silken-tissued dreams and scented stuff, And fastened my young eyes with loveliness Until I thought one world was scarce enough To hold such utter happiness and pain

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