English poem
In Exitum Cuiusdam
by T. E. Hulme (1883–1917)
On a certain one's departure
"Time's bitter flood"! Oh, that's all very well, But where's the old friend hasn't fallen off, Or slacked his hand-grip when you first gripped fame?
I know your circle and can fairly tell What you have kept and what you've left behind: I know my circle and know very well How many faces I'd have out of mind.