
The speaker mourns three dead friends, recalling their conversation, one friend's delight in Greek antiquity, and another's understanding of nature. He returns to a familiar Atlantic shore, asks a river to embrace a buried friend who bore its name, and waits with his doors open near the Brighton meadows for companions who will never return.
By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow · Genre: Elegiac Poetry, Sonnet · 844 words
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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.
grief · friendship · remembrance · Greek antiquity · Atlantic coast · sonnets
Three Friends of Mine is listed on Textopian as a poem by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, dated Date unknown.
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