The Poetry Corner

Faithless

By Walter De La Mare

The words you said grow faint; The lamp you lit burns dim; Yet, still be near your faithless friend To urge and counsel him. Still with returning feet To where life's shadows brood, With steadfast eyes made clear in death Haunt his vague solitude. So he, beguiled with earth, Yet with its vain things vexed, Keep even to his own heart unknown Your memory unperplexed.