Come closer, kind, white, long-familiar friend, <br />Embrace me, fold me to thy broad, soft breast. <br />Life has grown strange and cold, but thou dost bend <br />Mild eyes of blessing wooing to my rest. <br />So often hast thou come, and from my side <br />So many hast thou lured, I only bide <br />Thy beck, to follow glad thy steps divine. <br />Thy world is peopled for me; this world's bare. <br />Through all these years my couch thou didst prepare. <br />Thou art supreme Love-kiss me-I am thine!<br /><br />Emma Lazarus<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/age-and-death/
