Ezra Pound

In Exitum Cuiusdam

On a certain one's departure ‘Time's bitter flood'! Oh, that's all very well, But where's the old friend hasn't fallen off, Or slacked his hand-grip when you first gripped fame? I know your circle and can fairly tell What you have kept and what you’ve left behind: I know my circle and know very well How many faces I'd have out of mind.