When I come back, All my memories are reborn. Along familiar streets they form, As faces, places, come in view -- Searchlights, piercing through To mad days that live again -- Glad days and Sad days too. A voice, a tune, A faint perfume Echo down a length of years, Awake emotions undefined Groping in a mist of tears, Searching for the hidden key To unlock the mystery Of the voice, the mocking tune, And the path of faint perfume. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: TOM MERRITT by EDGAR LEE MASTERS TO W.P.: 2 by GEORGE SANTAYANA THE CITY OF GOD by SAMUEL JOHNSON (1822-1882) ON THE EPHEMERALNESS OF BEAUTY by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS RHODE ISLAND by CHARLOTTE FISKE BATES |