Memory, hither come, And tune your merry notes: And, while upon the wind Your music floats, I'll pore upon the stream Where sighing lovers dream, And fish for fancies as they pass Within the watery glass. I'll drink of the clear stream, And hear the linnet's song; And there I'll lie and dream The day along: And, when night comes, I'll go To places fit for woe, Walking along the darken'd valley With silent Melancholy. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SEALS IN PENOBSCOT BAY by KAREN SWENSON THE ELF AND THE DORMOUSE by OLIVER BROOK HERFORD AN ORCHARD AT AVIGNON by AGNES MARY F. ROBINSON SONNET: 6 by RICHARD BARNFIELD BETSY LEE by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN |