Sometimes the days are long without a sight
Of your dear smile; I yearn to see your face
And hear your voice exchanging commomplace
Remarks with mine. Nor does a day take fight
From us wherein I think not with delight
of you my friend; for neither absence, space,
Nor time can dull the wonder & the grace
Of friendship's sweet communion, ever bright.

I know that I can see, away from you
(As climbers see more clearly
from the plain the grand,majestic beauty of the wane
And rise of peaks beyond, through distant view),
The love & strength & courage of your heart;
Thus we renew our friendship when apart.

Fleta Newlin