The Mathematician

The light dismantles to
Colour
In his eyes;

To spires and lines.

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An Oath of Friendship

If you were riding in a coach

And I were wearing a peasant's coat,

And one day we met in the road,

You would get down and bow.

If you were carrying a peddler's umbrella,

And I were riding on a horse,

And one day we met in the road

I would get down for you.

I want to be your friend

Forever and ever without break or decay.

When the hills are all flat

And the rivers are all dry,

When it lightens and thunders in winter,

When it rains and snows in summer,

When Heaven and Earth mingle---

Not until then will I part from you.

- poet unknown but credited