I feel sorry in looking over the "Camden Compliments" not to be numbered among the many friends who remembered the seventieth birthday.2
Possibly my answer to Mr. Traubel's3 invitation loc.02232.002.jpg to the dinner,4 in the
form of verse, never reached him, or else he thought it unworthy of
representation. In case of the latter, I should have been glad had he thought my
name worthy of mention as a friend. But in case it was not received, I am going
to give myself the pleasure
loc.02232.003.jpg of sending to your own self a copy of the verses I sent him
that you may see I did not forget you. This is but an added nod to the effort I
am always making to bring to you the friendly love of our American people.
"Splendor of ended day floating and filling me." Comes to my mind as I think of the hour When our poet and friends will be lovingly drinking The mystical cup of the seventy years' power. Were I the man-of-war bird he has pictured us Nothing could keep me from flying that way. But, though absent in body, there's nothing can hinder My tasting the joys of that festive birthday; For on the swift wings of the ending day's splendor My soul will glide in to drink deep the cup's wealth Who knows but the poet's keen sense of pure friendship Will feel, midst the joy, what I drink to his health! Splendor of ended day Be but the door Opening the endless way— Life evermore.
Elizabeth Porter Gould. Chelsea, Mass.Correspondent:
Elizabeth Porter Gould
(1848–1906) was a Massachusetts writer and reformer who edited the
collection Gems from Walt Whitman (1889), a selection of
poems from Leaves of Grass that she condensed to create
short poetic "gems."