Dear friend, if there be any bond
Which friendship wins not much beyond—
So old and fond, since thought began—
It may be that whose subtle span
Binds Shakespear to an English man.
More verses by Dante Gabriel Rossetti
- Sonnet Lxii: The Soul's Sphere
- Sonnet Xlii: Hope Overtaken
- Sonnet Xxxviii: The Morrow's Message
- Verses To John Tupper
- Valentine--To Lizzie Siddal