Consider me a memory, a dream that passed away; Or yet a flower that has blown and shattered in a day; For passion sleeps alas and keeps no vigil with the years And wakens to no conjuring of orisons or tears. Consider me a melody that served its simple turn, Or but the residue of fire that settles in the urn, For love defies pure reasoning and undeterred flows Within, without, the vassal heart -- its reasoning who knows? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WHY I AM A LIBERAL by ROBERT BROWNING ON A VIRTUOUS YOUNG GENTLEWOMAN THAT DIED SUDDENLY by WILLIAM CARTWRIGHT ODES II, 10 by QUINTUS HORATIUS FLACCUS FROLIC by GEORGE WILLIAM RUSSELL BEAUREGARD by CATHERINE ANNE WARFIELD HEINE'S GRAVE by MATTHEW ARNOLD |