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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=115248" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>On the death of a friend</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">There was no bell to peal thy funeral dirge,<br>  No nodding plumes to wave above thy bier,<br>  No shroud to wrap thee but the foaming surge,<br>  No kindly voices thy dark way to cheer,<br>  No eye to give the tribute of a tear.<br>  Alone, "unknell'd, uncoffin'd," thou hast died,<br>  Without one gentle mourner lingering near;<br>  Down the deep waters thou unseen didst glide,<br> With Ocean's countless dead to slumber side by side.<br> <br>  Thou sleep'st not with thy fathers. O'er thy bed,<br>  The flowers that deck their tombs may never wave;<br>  To plead remembrance for thee o'er thy head<br>  No sculptur'd marble shall arise. Thy grave<br>  Is the dark boundless deep, whose waters lave<br>  The shores of empires. When thou sought'st thy rest<br>  Within their silent depths, they only gave<br>  A circling ripple, then with foaming crest<br> The booming waves roll'd over their unconscious guest.<br> <br>  'Tis said that far beneath the wild waves rushing,<br>  Where sea-flowers bloom and fabled Peris dwell,<br>  That there the restless waters cease their gushing,<br>  And leave their dead within some sparkling cell,<br>  Where gems are gleaming, and the lone sea shell<br>  Is breathing its sweet music. And 'tis said<br>  That Time, who weaveth over Earth a spell<br>  Of blight and ruin, o'er the Ocean's dead<br> He passeth lightly on, with trackless, silent tread.<br> <br>  Then, though no marble e'er shall rise for thee,<br>  No monument to mark thy last long home,<br>  Thine ocean grave unhonored shall not be, --<br>  The coral insect there shall rear a tomb<br>  That age shall ne'er destroy; and there shall bloom<br>  The fadeless ocean flowers. And though the glare<br>  Of the bright sunbeams ne'er shall light its gloom,<br>  Yet glancing eyes and forms unearthly fair<br> Shall throng around thy couch, and hymn a requiem there.<br> <br>  Now fare thee well! I will not weep that thou<br>  Didst pass so soon away; for though thou wert<br>  Still in thy boyhood's prime, and thy fair brow<br>  Undimmed by age; yet sad was thy young heart,<br>  For thou hadst seen the light of life depart,<br>  And Love had thrown his wild and burning spell<br>  Around thee, and with deep, insidious art<br>  Had maddened thee. Then sounded loud the knell<br> Of all thy bright young dreams. My earliest friend, farewell!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Anne+Lynch+Botta">Anne Lynch Botta</a> from <i>Poems</i><div class=q>
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