Three Friends of Mine

Three Friends of Mine

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.

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grief · friendship · remembrance · Greek antiquity · Atlantic coast · sonnets

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