Though many will rise up against us,
From the world that keeps lovers apart,
We shall yet have good friends, my beloved,
To urge the sweet will of the heart.
The sun and the moon will be with you,
Wheresoever your dwelling may be;
And the way of the winds ever blowing
In secret between you and me;
And the passionate moods that enfold me
In their life that can fail not nor tire,
Will flow through the hours of your exile,
Full of yearning and tender desire.
Though the world send its arrows against us,
We shall not be wholly apart,
For true lovers have friends, my beloved,
Who urge the sweet will of the heart.
French, Cecil. “Friends,” The Green Sheaf vol. 4, 1903, p. 7. Green Sheaf Digital Edition, edited by Lorraine Janzen Kooistra, 2021. Yellow Nineties 2.0, Ryerson University Centre for Digital Humanities, 2021. https://1890s.ca/GSV4-french-friends/