I had a dream last night
Dream of a friend that is dead
He came with dawn's first light
And stood beside my bed:
And as he there did stand
With gesture fine and fair
He passed a wan white hand
Over my tumbled hair
Saying: "No friendship dieth
With death of any day
No true friendship lieth
Cold with lifeless clay

"Though our boyhood's playtime
Be gone with summer's breath
No friendship fades with Maytime
No friendship dies with death."
Then answer had I made
But that thе rapture deep
Did hold me, half afraid
To mar that rose of sleep
So with closеd eyes I lay
Lord of the vision fair;
And when 'twas perfect day
Only the day was there