Donald Justice

  
On the death of Friends in Childhood

We shall not ever meet them bearded in heaven 
Nor sunning themselves among the bald of hell; 
If anywhere, in the deserted schoolyard at twilight, 
forming a ring, perhaps, or joining hands 
In games whose very names we have forgotten. 
Come memory, let us seek them there in the shadows. 

D. H. Lawrence

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