The friends that are, and friends that were,
…What shallow waves divide!
I miss the form for many a year
…Still seated at my side.
I miss him, yet I feel him still
…Amidst our faithful band,
As if not death itself could chill
…The warmth of friendship’s hand.
His story other lips may tell, –
…For me the veil is drawn;
I only knew he loved me well,
…He loved me – and is gone!