From the Green Book of the Bards

by Bliss Carman


 

TO THE MEMORY OF MY FRIEND

EDWARD NATHAN GIBBS


 

Out of doors are budding trees, calling birds, and opening flowers,
Purple rainy distances, fragrant winds and lengthening hours.
Only in the loving heart, with its unforgetting mind,
There is grief for seasons gone and the friend it cannot find.
or upon this lovely earth mortal sorrow still must bide,
And remembrance still must lurk like a puny in beauty's side.
Ah, one wistful heartache now April with her joy must bring,
And the want of you return always with returning spring!

New York, April, 1903.