If Anybody'S Friend Be Dead, It 'S Sharpest Of The Theme The Thinking How They Walked Alive, At Such And Such A Time. Their Costume, Of A Sunday, Some Manner Of The Hair, -- A Prank Nobody Knew But Them, Lost, In The Sepulchre. How Warm They Were On Such A Day: You Almost Feel The Date, So Short Way Off It Seems; And Now, They 're Centuries From That. How Pleased They Were At What You Said; You Try To Touch The Smile, And Dip Your Fingers In The Frost: When Was It, Can You Tell, You Asked The Company To Tea, Acquaintance, Just A Few, And Chatted Close With This Grand Thing That Don't Remember You? Past Bows And Invitations, Past Interview, And Vow, Past What Ourselves Can Estimate, -- That Makes The Quick Of Woe!