Till angels greet him with a sweeter one In heaven, on earth we call him EMERSON. I start; I wake; the vision is withdrawn; Its figures fading like the stars at dawn; Crossed from the roll of life their cherished names, And memory's pictures fading in their frames; Yet life is lovelier for these transient gleams Of buried friendships; blest is he who dreams! 1884. THE GIRDLE OF FRIENDSHIP 1 SHE gathered at her slender waist The girdle shrank; its lessening round But now her flowing locks it bound, And narrower still the circlet grew; Behold! a glittering band, Its roseate diamond set anew, Her neck's white column spanned. Suns rise and set; the straining clasp At length, the round of changes past So, link by link, our friendships part, THE minstrel of the classic lay Of love and wine who sings Still found the fingers run astray That touched the rebel strings. Of Cadmus he would fain have sung, With songs Ah, brothers! I would fain have caught My truant accents find, unsought, Love, Love! but not the sportive child With shaft and twanging bow, Whose random arrows drove us wild Some threescore years ago; Not Eros, with his joyous laugh, The urchin blind and bare, Our heads with frosted locks are white, Our old acquaintance, Time, drops in, 10 20 30 40 1 The last of the poems written for the class of '29. See the letter from Samuel May to F. J. Garrison, quoted in Morse's Life of Holmes, vol. i, p. 78: After the Curfew" was positively the last. "Farewell! I let the curtain fall." The curtain never rose again for 29." We met once more a year later at Parker's. But three were present, Smith, Holmes, and myself. No poem very quiet-something very like tears. The following meetings-all at Dr. H.'s house were quiet, social, talking meetings- the Doctor of course doing the live talking. At one of these meetings four were present, all the survivors but one; and there was more general talk. But never another Class Poem.' This poem, and the three following, appeared in Over the Teacups. 2 The personal reference is to our greatly beloved and honored classmate, James Freeman Clarke. (HOLMES.) |