Three Friends Of Mine Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: AA BCCBBCCBDEFDEF GHIIJJIIJKCLKCL GMCCMMCCMJNOJNO PQRRQQRRQOSJOSJ PTSSTTSSTMUPMUP

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When I remember them those friends of mineB
Who are no longer here the noble threeC
Who half my life were more than friends to meC
And whose discourse was like a generous wineB
I most of all remember the divineB
Something that shone in them and made us seeC
The archetypal man and what might beC
The amplitude of Nature's first designB
In vain I stretch my hands to clasp their handsD
I cannot find them Nothing now is leftE
But a majestic memory They meanwhileF
Wander together in Elysian landsD
Perchance remembering me who am bereftE
Of their dear presence and remembering smileF
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In Attica thy birthplace should have beenH
Or the Ionian Isles or where the seasI
Encircle in their arms the CycladesI
So wholly Greek wast thou in thy sereneJ
And childlike joy of life O PhilhelleneJ
Around thee would have swarmed the Attic beesI
Homer had been thy friend or SocratesI
And Plato welcomed thee to his demesneJ
For thee old legends breathed historic breathK
Thou sawest Poseidon in the purple seaC
And in the sunset Jason's fleece of goldL
O what hadst thou to do with cruel DeathK
Who wast so full of life or Death with theeC
That thou shouldst die before thou hadst grown oldL
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I stand again on the familiar shoreM
And hear the waves of the distracted seaC
Piteously calling and lamenting theeC
And waiting restless at thy cottage doorM
The rocks the sea weed on the ocean floorM
The willows in the meadow and the freeC
Wild winds of the Atlantic welcome meC
Then why shouldst thou be dead and come no moreM
Ah why shouldst thou be dead when common menJ
Are busy with their trivial affairsN
Having and holding Why when thou hadst readO
Nature's mysterious manuscript and thenJ
Wast ready to reveal the truth it bearsN
Why art thou silent Why shouldst thou be deadO
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River that stealest with such silent paceQ
Around the City of the Dead where liesR
A friend who bore thy name and whom these eyesR
Shall see no more in his accustomed placeQ
Linger and fold him in thy soft embraceQ
And say good night for now the western skiesR
Are red with sunset and gray mists ariseR
Like damps that gather on a dead man's faceQ
Good night good night as we so oft have saidO
Beneath this roof at midnight in the daysS
That are no more and shall no more returnJ
Thou hast but taken thy lamp and gone to bedO
I stay a little longer as one staysS
To cover up the embers that still burnJ
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The doors are all wide open at the gateT
The blossomed lilacs counterfeit a blazeS
And seem to warm the air a dreamy hazeS
Hangs o'er the Brighton meadows like a fateT
And on their margin with sea tides elateT
The flooded Charles as in the happier daysS
Writes the last letter of his name and staysS
His restless steps as if compelled to waitT
I also wait but they will come no moreM
Those friends of mine whose presence satisfiedU
The thirst and hunger of my heart Ah meP
They have forgotten the pathway to my doorM
Something is gone from nature since they diedU
And summer is not summer nor can beP

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow



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