When I remember them, those friends of mine, Who are no longer here, the noble three, Who half my life were more than friends to me, And whose discourse was like a generous wine, I most of all remember the divine Something, that shone in them, and made us see The archetypal man, and what might be The amplitude of Nature's first design. In vain I stretch my hands to clasp their hands; I cannot find them. Nothing now is left But a majestic memory. They meanwhile Wander together in Elysian lands, Perchance remembering me, who am bereft Of their dear presence, and, remembering, smile. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...RAIN ON THE ROOF (1) by COATES KINNEY RIFLEMAN FORM! by ALFRED TENNYSON YOUTH'S SONGS by MAXWELL ANDERSON THE EMANCIPATION OF HIS MISTRESS' PERFECTIONS by FRANCIS BEAUMONT MAN AND WOMAN GO THROUGH THE CANCER WARD by GOTTFRIED BENN ON THE THRESHOLD by LE ROY J. N. BOYD |