The dead friends live and always will; Their presence hovers round us still. It seems to me they come to share Each joy or sorrow that we bear. Among the living I can feel The sweet departed spirits steal, And whether it be weal or woe, I walk with those I used to know. I can recall them to my side Whenever I am struggle-tried; I've but to wish for them, and they Come trooping gayly down the way, And I can tell to them my grief And from their presence find relief. In sacred memories below Still live the friends of long ago. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE HUMBLE-BEE by RALPH WALDO EMERSON SENCE YOU WENT AWAY by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON THE HOUSEKEEPER by CHARLES LAMB THE HIGH TIDE AT GETTYSBURG [JULY 3, 1863] by WILL HENRY THOMPSON THE GREAT FIGURE by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS ODES: BOOK 1: ODE 10. TO THE MUSE by MARK AKENSIDE |