Absent or present, still to thee, <br />My friend, what magic spells belong! <br />As all can tell, who share, like me, <br />In turn thy converse and thy song. <br /> <br />But when the dreaded hour shall come <br />By Friendship ever deem'd too nigh, <br />And `MEMORY' o'er her Druid's tomb <br />Shall weep that aught of thee can die, <br /> <br />How fondly will she then repay <br />Thy homage offer'd at her shrine, to <br />And blend, while ages roll away, <br />Her name immortally with thine! <br /> <br /> <br />April 19, 1812<br /><br />George Gordon Byron<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/lines-written-on-a-blank-leaf-of-the-pleasures-of-memory/
