A Book Of Sonnets
(Henry Wadsworth Longfellow)
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.
Resumos Relacionados
- Vertigo Y Futuro
- Life Says Impossible?????????
- Zodiac
- O Perfume: História De Um Assassino
- Daniel Deronda
|
|