Romance

Edwin Arlington Robinson

I

 Boys

We were all boys, and three of us were friends;
And we were more than friends, it seemed to me:—
Yes, we were more than brothers then, we three. . . .
Brothers? . . .  But we were boys, and there it ends.


  II

 James Wetherell

We never half believed the stuff
They told about James Wetherell;
We always liked him well enough,
And always tried to use him well;
But now some things have come to light,
And James has vanished from our view,—
There is n’t very much to write,
There is n’t very much to do.

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• Edwin Arlington Robinson : Sainte-nitouche
• Edwin Arlington Robinson : Shadrach O'leary
• Edwin Arlington Robinson : Siege Perilous
• Edwin Arlington Robinson : Sonnet ( Oh For A Poet-for A Beacon Bright )
• Edwin Arlington Robinson : Sonnet ( The Master And The Slave Go Hand In Hand )
• Edwin Arlington Robinson : Sonnet ( When We Can All So Excellently Give )
• Edwin Arlington Robinson : Souvenir
• Edwin Arlington Robinson : Stafford's Cabin
• Edwin Arlington Robinson : Supremacy
• Edwin Arlington Robinson : Tact

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