_(1) I sought in the place of graves the tomb of my vanished friend:
From ancient cedars above there rippled a wild doves cry._
_(2) Perhaps a freak of the wind-yet perhaps a sign of remembrance,—
This fall of a single leaf on the water I pour for the dead._
_(3)I whispered a prayer at the grave: a butterfly rose and fluttered—
Thy spirit, perhaps, dear friend!…_