When i remember, those six friends of mind,

Who are here with me,the noble six.

Who half my life, were more than friends to me,

And whose discourses were like generous wine,

I most of all remember the divine,

Something that shone in them, and made us see,

The amplitude of nature's first design.

In vain I stretch my hands to clasp theirs,

I cannot find them, nothing now is left,

but a majestic memory,

Perchance remembering me who am bereft,

Of their dear presence and remembering smile.