Here you will find the Poem Dead Friend Of My Youth of poet Franz Werfel
Now when you come all that way to meet me From the country house of your death, I know that you would remove your hat To greet someone already old to you. You'd only half recognize this gentleman Whose face has become so very different. But to me you'd burn in that former pureness Kept young by death, a light out of boyhood. If you would suddenly deign not to dissolve Your highness and withdraw from my presence, Perhaps I could simply just close my eyes then, Perhaps I could also get down on my knees.
