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Dear Friends

Dear friends, reproach me not for what I do,  
Nor counsel me, nor pity me; nor say  
That I am wearing half my life away  
For bubble-work that only fools pursue.  
And if my bubbles be too small for you,
Blow bigger then your own: the games we play  
To fill the frittered minutes of a day,  
Good glasses are to read the spirit through.  
  
And whoso reads may get him some shrewd skill;  
And some unprofitable scorn resign,
To praise the very thing that he deplores;  
So, friends (dear friends), remember, if you will,  
The shame I win for singing is all mine,  
The gold I miss for dreaming is all yours. 

Credit


This poem is in the public domain.

Author


Edwin Arlington Robinson

Edwin Arlington Robinson was born on December 22, 1869, in Head Tide,

Date Published: 1897-01-01

Source URL: https://poets.org/poem/dear-friends