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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=341904" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Dead Friend</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Gone, O gentle heart and true,<br> Friend of hopes foregone,<br>Hopes and hopeful days with you<br> Gone?</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Days of old that shone<br>Saw what none shall see anew,<br> When we gazed thereon.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Soul as clear as sunlit dew,<br> Why so soon pass on,<br>Forth from all we loved and knew<br> Gone?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">II.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Friend of many a season fled,<br> What may sorrow send<br>Toward thee now from lips that said<br> 'Friend'?</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Sighs and songs to blend<br>Praise with pain uncomforted<br> Though the praise ascend?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Darkness hides no dearer head:<br> Why should darkness end<br>Day so soon, O dear and dead<br> Friend?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">III.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Dear in death, thou hast thy part<br> Yet in life, to cheer<br>Hearts that held thy gentle heart<br> Dear.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Time and chance may sear<br>Hope with grief, and death may part<br> Hand from hand's clasp here:</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Memory, blind with tears that start,<br> Sees through every tear<br>All that made thee, as thou art,<br> Dear.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">IV.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">True and tender, single-souled,<br> What should memory do<br>Weeping o'er the trust we hold<br> True?</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Known and loved of few,<br>But of these, though small their fold,<br> Loved how well were you!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Change, that makes of new things old,<br> Leaves one old thing new;<br>Love which promised truth, and told<br> True.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">V.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Kind as heaven, while earth's control<br> Still had leave to bind<br>Thee, thy heart was toward man's whole<br> Kind.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Thee no shadows blind<br>Now: the change of hours that roll<br> Leaves thy sleep behind.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Love, that hears thy death-bell toll<br> Yet, may call to mind<br>Scarce a soul as thy sweet soul<br> Kind.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">VI.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">How should life, O friend, forget<br> Death, whose guest art thou?<br>Faith responds to love's regret,<br> How?</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Still, for us that bow<br>Sorrowing, still, though life be set,<br> Shines thy bright mild brow.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yea, though death and thou be met,<br> Love may find thee now<br>Still, albeit we know not yet<br> How.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">VII.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Past as music fades, that shone<br> While its life might last;<br>As a song-bird's shadow flown<br> Past!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Death's reverberate blast<br>Now for music's lord has blown<br> Whom thy love held fast.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Dead thy king, and void his throne:<br> Yet for grief at last<br>Love makes music of his own<br> Past.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Algernon+Charles+Swinburne">Algernon Charles Swinburne</a><div class=q>
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Gone, O gentle heart and true,
 Friend of hopes foregone,
Hopes and hopeful days with you
 Gone?

 Days of old that shone
Saw what none shall see anew,
 When we gazed thereon.

Soul as clear as sunlit dew,
 Why so soon pass on,
Forth from all ..."></div>
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