|Strange that I did not know him t||hen.|
That friend of mine!
|I did not even show him then|
|One friendly sign;|
|But cursed him for the ways he||had|
To make me see
|My envy of the praise he h||ad|
For praising me.
|I would have||rid the earth of||him|
Once, in my pride.
|I never||knew the worth of||him|
Until he died.
An Old Story
By Edwin Arlington Robinson; arrangement by Mark Adams
© 2012, Mark Adams. All rights reserved.
# First performed March 28, 2012 at the Cupertino Britannia Arms; arranged in Big Sur, https://youtu.be/vIm6ZdxybDk
A brief poem by Edwin Arlington Robinson. I will post expanded lyrics when I find them!
I arranged this while camping in Big Sur. Here is one of the early efforts:
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