Here you will find the Poem J. D. R. of poet Oliver Wendell Holmes
THE friends that are, and friends that were, What shallow waves divide! I miss the form for many a year Still seated at my side. I miss him, yet I feel him still Amidst our faithful band, As if not death itself could chill The warmth of friendship's hand. His story other lips may tell,-- For me the veil is drawn; I only knew he loved me well, He loved me--and is gone!
