
A writer suffering a headache in a freezing garret imagines how a devoted friend overseas would come to nurse him despite his complaints. He contrasts this friendship with his consuming love for a woman who, he says, would have him burned if it secured her an invitation to a fashionable ball.
By Robert Browning · Genre: Dramatic Monologue · 740 words
I've a Friend, over the sea; / I like him, but he loves me. / It all grew out of the books I write; / They find such favor in his sight / That he slaughters you with savage looks / Because you don't admire my books. / He does himself though, -- and if some vein / Were to snap to-night in this heavy brain, / To-morrow month, if I lived to try, / Round should I just turn quietly, / Or out of the bedclothes stretch my hand / Till I found him, come from his foreign land / To be my nurse in this poor place, / And make my broth and wash my face / And light my fire and, all the while, / Bear with his old good-humored smile / That I told him "Better have kept away / Than come and kill me, night and day, / With, worse than fever throbs and shoots, / The creaking of his clumsy boots. " / I am as sure that this he would do, / As that Saint Paul's is striking two. / And I think I rather... woe is me!
friendship · unrequited love · obsession · self-sacrifice · illness
Time's Revenges is listed on Textopian as a poem by Robert Browning, dated Date unknown.
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