Romance is writ for me with many names <br />Of fair loved faces, each page a design <br />Blazoned and tinctured, this with saffron flames <br />Enshrining fancy, that with opaline <br />Rays of mad hopes, half sunlight, half moonshine, <br />This last with the sole gold of passionate blames <br />Enjoyed and harvested and made divine <br />By Love's long memory far outlasting Fame's. <br />--Leave it untouched, the rose--sweet manuscript. <br />Youth lies asleep in it, its spellbound knight. <br />Turn not the leaves lest he should wake dismayed. <br />This page alone stands open, unequipped <br />Of any hue save friendship's black and white, <br />Named with one name that needs not be afraid.<br /><br />Wilfrid Scawen Blunt<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/friendship-s-black-and-white/
