Edwin Arlington Robinson
An Old Story
Strange that I did not know him then,
  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 had
  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.