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The Girdle Of Friendship

By Oliver Wendell Holmes

Topics: classic

She gathered at her slender waist     The beauteous robe she wore;     Its folds a golden belt embraced,     One rose-hued gem it bore.     The girdle shrank; its lessening round     Still kept the shining gem,     But now her flowing locks it bound,     A lustrous diadem.     And narrower still the circlet grew;     Behold! a glittering band,     Its roseate diamond set anew,     Her neck's white column spanned.     Suns rise and set; the straining clasp     The shortened links resist,     Yet flashes in a bracelet's grasp     The diamond, on her wrist.     At length, the round of changes past     The thieving years could bring,     The jewel, glittering to the last,     Still sparkles in a ring.     So, link by link, our friendships part,     So loosen, break, and fall,     A narrowing zone; the loving heart     Lives changeless through them all.

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Oliver Wendell Holmes

About Oliver Wendell Holmes

Oliver Wendell Holmes Sr. (1809–1894) was an American poet, physician, and essayist. His poems "Old Ironsides" and "The Chambered Nautilus" are American classics. He was part of the Fireside Poets group.

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