At the funeral of his very good friend
the poet Henry Wadsworth Longfellow,
a very old Ralph Waldo Emerson stood quietly.
Someone approached the great philosopher to greet him
and to offer their condolences.
Emerson looked at Longfellow's grave
and shared these words with his comforter
"that gentleman has a sweet, beautiful soul,
but I have entirely forgotten his name.."
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