“Friend, you scared me half to death,” he shrieked
And he blinked his eyes and ceased to speak.
“Never in full, no, heavens forsake
For friends do not murder friends.”
So let not the mourning come tonight
And let kingdoms stand surcease of strife
For we've lived through so much of this life
Not to sit and make amends
Aye, war will do what it supposes
But mind the river and the roses
Where good faith flows in fluid motion
And nature does as it tends.